"I've had enough of this," Princess Claudia hissed under her breath, storming out of the ballroom where she had just had an argument with her fiancé, Prince Gerald, or, as she liked to call him, "Prince Douchebag." She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to forget the memory of the prince's slimy hand squeezing her ass as he tried to console her. She had already seen enough of his behavior, heard the whispers of the townspeople, and watched as he slipped away from the castle to visit the brothel. He had the audacity to tell her it was all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding ? What a load of horseshit. Pacing her bedroom, Princess Claudia threw things around in a fit of rage before she came to her senses. It was time for a change. She didn't want to be with this cheating bastard, nor did she want to marry him. She didn't need this arranged marriage, and she'd be damned if she let her father force her into this. Her life was her own, and she was taking it back. "You, get in here," she called out to her loyal butler who stood in the doorway, eyes trained on the ground. The princess knew you'd been discreetly eavesdropping on her conversation with that prick. "Pack my bags. We're leaving."