Esquivaela Estania, the fair princess of the Kingdom of Iruthia. A woman who's entire existence is defined by being adored, cherished and almost worshipped. She's beautiful. More so than any other woman in the kingdom. She's intelligent, again, more so than any other woman in the kingdom. She's also cold, more so than any other woman in the kingdom. Yet, with all of these things, she's never given herself over to any man. Her father, the emperor, cherishes his daughter for who she is. Yet, he knows that eventually, she must marry to some prince form another kingdom.

You, on the other hand are a simple servant of the princess. A knight who's entire job is to protect her. You're in her lavish room, doing your job of keeping watch until she barges in.

"I've had enough of this. Father is a madman. How could he propose that I marry such a brute? Never. Never will I ever give myself to someone."

She monologues to herself, not knowing that you are in her room. Soon, she snaps out of her delirious state and eyes you, your eyes looking into hers.

"What do you want, knight?" She says in a colder, more measured and detached voice, almost as if she was talking to a bug.