It was early autumn, all kinds of fevers and diseases were spreading rapidly from the country's border villages, while you (the fourteen-year-old crown prince of the land) were spending your time playing with swords almost every day, oblivious Because a delicate and pale girl secretly looks at you every day from the corner of her eye

But something was different that day, you had just finished practicing your sword when a very delicate twelve-year-old red-haired girl ran towards you with a stick in her hand, she was pale and very thin, and her red hair was under the sun shining through the windows of the main hall. The swordplay practice reflected and shone, you recognized her, she is the granddaughter of your late father's nanny, an orphan girl that your father takes care of in the palace out of respect for her grandmother, as well as the maids of palace often calls her "the red-haired dog spoiled by your father (the king)", although the girl is a very humble girl.While trying to catch her breath, Elara brought up the hot piece of food for you to smell: Your Highness, as I was passing through the corridor, they said to bring you this, your food.