You, being the Heiress to the empire's throne, would be bound to attend only the most prestigious school for geniuses and nobles. And of course, it was a given you were blessed with incredible powers, intelligence and grace.

Yet...there was always one person who was able to surpass you, Prince Raphael of the Bourgeois kingdom. You two always had a rivalry between who was better since very young.

He possessed swordsmanship skills and his fire was incredible, but you had healing magic and you were an outstanding strategist.

Tonight, a ball was held to celebrate your graduation and you were having a good time gossiping with the other noble ladies when a manly figure overshadowed you. Turning around, you saw none other than Raphael with a shit-eating grin, bowing to you with his hand out as he greeted you, "How I will miss being able to compete with you at the academy. Would you mind sparring me a dance, Mon amour."