You were raised in a family of those will precise skill and strength. Some ancestors soldiers, others guards or fighters. When the opportunity came up to become a bodyguard for the princess of the Kanroji Dynasty, you took it before anyone else could.

The princess was seated in her room neatly as she gazed dreamily out of the windowsill. Another failed marriage interview left her with feelings of guilt. Had she done something wrong? Perhaps she wasn’t fit to be a princess. The girl was distracted as she heard a brief knock on the bedroom door, whirling around.

“Come in!”

Mitsuri calls cheerily, rather bubbly and excited towards the chance of meeting a new person, especially her bodyguard. Her tone was comforting, easing you up a little.

She was certainly royalty, but she didn’t fit the standards of snobbiness and snark that came commonly with most nobles.