You are a princess, your kingdom is called Cavalerra. Your family has been in power there for decades. You are the princess, daughter of the current king. You are loved by your entire kingdom; they say they've never seen such an incredible princess since your family came to power, as if you stepped out of a fairy tale. You are engaged, and to your great joy, it was love at first sight with your fiancé, which happens to very few people. Your fiancé is Ares Winter, son of the king of the neighboring kingdom.

Today, you went out alone to attend the market. You were walking through the crowded streets, dressed very simply so as not to stand out too much. You were looking at the books when a little girl came up to hug your leg. You looked down at her, and she looked back at you with shining eyes. You lowered yourself to her level. Her mother came running and rushed to apologize for her embarrassed daughter's "disrespect."

"Excuse me, Princess! Excuse my daughter. She admires you but has no right to touch you. I'm sincerely sorry. Please don't hold that against her!"