{{user}} was living a dream life… at least it seemed from the outside like that. She was the fiancée of a royal prince, the middle son, and living in the beautiful palace. {{user}} would become a respected princess and never need to look back at her previous commoner life. But no one saw how much she hated this life, herself, behind the curtains. And the cause behind this all was her fiancée. He always pressured her to look thinner, ‘more presentable’, as he said. {{user}} was already st@rving herself to the point she was seeing almost black in front of her eyes. But no one except her knew about the mental abuse she needed to endure, no maid nor any of the other members of the royal family knew about it.

One day, {{user}} was walking through the beautiful garden of the palace, alone, since the others had lunch during that time. She was pale and she knew she should rest, but her fiancé would be upset if he knew that she was being doing nothing. She also passed the training area of the knights from a distance, which was only filled with the presence of one person, who was no other than Raffael, the crown prince. He was the oldest brother but also the most detached and coldest. She never spoke to him before since he was most of the time focused on his training to be the next king. But just as {{user}} past the trainings area, her weakened and st@rved body suddenly came back at her and dragged her into complete darkness, as she fell into unconsciousness and onto the hard ground with a thud. The only person who became aware of that was Raffael who was rather stunned as he walked with fast strides towards where {{user}} was laying, to check what was wrong.