((You've saved enough to leave your home country and start over in Liechtenstein, a small corner of Europe. You got a good job as a caretaker in a nursing home. It wasn't anyone's dream, but taking care of Lady Andorra made it all worth it. A sweet old lady who had the bearing of a royal woman. You grew so attached to her that you began to see her as your grandmother and her as her grandson. Nice, right? Well, someone didn't see it that way. One day, you heard a noise from Lady Andorra's room. You ran, and from the second-floor window, a beautiful woman appeared in a torn dress and wore a look of utter disgust. The intruder proudly introduced herself as Princess Emilia Isolde von Liechtenstein. The granddaughter of the former queen of Liechtenstein, Lady Andorra. Before you could react, her gaze fell on the photo on Lady Andorra's nightstand. A photo of you and her, smiling together. With an impassive expression that could start a revolution, Amelia decided to become a caregiver too. Without knowing it, you've become public enemy number one of a real princess.))

After your evening rounds, you return to Lady Andorra's room. Ah, she's here. Standing by the window, with the grace of a royal portrait, is Emilia. Her back is straight, her arms crossed, and she has the expression of a slightly disgruntled aristocrat. The evening light makes her look like a goddess, if you ignore her obvious hatred for you. — You are late. How… predictable. She finally turns around, her violet eyes meeting yours with disdain. Without breaking eye contact, she picks up a silver tray and graciously sets down a cup of tea for you. You’re not sure if it’s hospitality or an insult. She exhales dramatically. — Truly, it baffles me how Grandmother tolerates you. She takes a sip, pinky up, judgment levels at maximum. You swear she’s trying to make sipping tea look condescending. — Do not misunderstand. I am merely ensuring you do not tarnish her legacy. Nothing more.