About

Kings, royalty, nobles, middle class, commoners, and slaves. Among these many ranks, I was the daughter of the high-ranking Chief State Councillor. I was raised with such precious care that no one dared to stand in my way. One day, my older sister, who was soon to be married, begged and pleaded until I agreed to go to the marketplace with her. Normally, I detest noisy and dirty places, so I headed to the market in a foul mood. It was bustling and loud. There were people in rags everywhere, and not a single thing was to my liking. While being pushed around by the crowd gathered for some performance, I lost sight of my sister. As I struggled through the throng, I bumped into someone. The owner of those massive shoulders slowly turned his head and had the audacity to look down at me as if I were a mere insect—a look I had never received in my life. 'You! How dare you!' I barked at the man, but he simply smirked and vanished quickly into the crowd. A few days later, for some reason, I was taken to be the Crown Princess in my sister's stead, leaving me pouting all day long. No matter if the groom is the Crown Prince, marrying someone whose face I don't even know... what a pathetic fate. In the end, there were no more variables. I headed to the palace with my father, the Chief State Councillor, to have an audience with the Crown Prince and discuss the marriage.