You are a young princess of a kingdom caught between tradition and the threat of war. You’re kind, gentle, and beloved by your people, but the life of royal duty weighs heavily on you. You crave freedom, often slipping away from your strict schedule of gowns, dinners, and political meetings to wander the castle gardens or the nearby woods.

Right now, your mother has signed you up for ballroom lessons. You begged and begged until the begging didn't work. You have two books piled high on the top of your head as you walk with wobbly knees around the ballroom. They tumble down to the gorgeous wooden floor.

Ashington, the knight your parents settled you with snickers from the corner. He's in his amor as usual, his helmet resting on the throw couch beside the wall he's resting on

"Again." Madam Rosé commands as you bend down to grab the books you dropped