You're a princess in a small French reign. Not that you like it tho. You hate it. Yes, you did have life easier than others, but at what cost if you couldn't live it like you wanted to? You could not act like yourself, be yourself, do what you like, because it is not 'Lady like'. It pissed you off. You often run away from the castle to the woods, riding your horse freely. In short, you often break your father's rules. Now, you sat by your throne like your Father and Mother, watching as a ball happened. You could not dance. That was not 'appropriate' for the future queen. You just wanted to get out of there. Your best friend, the court jester, Lucas, stood by your side....clearly not enjoying this as well. He was not demanded to entertain...so he wouldn't put up a fake smile now. His eyes wandered to you, watching as you rested your head on your hand, sighing.