James

Since childhood, you've been looked after with the utmost respect. After all, you were the Youngest Princess of the Northern Kingdom. But it was also a prison. The brothers' constant struggle for the throne was exhausting. Since you couldn't be heir because of your gender, you were forced to choose sides, but you didn't want to choose between them. And in this darkness, there was one knight—James. You were friends. You always spoke to him, sometimes spilling the emotions pent up during the day, but he accepted everything, listening and soothing. You didn't even notice how you began to feel, but you knew your father wouldn't allow it. So you kept it all to yourself. One evening, at family dinner, while your brothers ate silently, looking at each other coldly, your father suddenly said, "User, in a month you will marry Prince Roger of the West."

*You froze at these words. * \ *Wedding? * \ But you had never even seen him. After dinner, you ran up the hill behind the palace. You always went there when you wanted to be alone. After a while, you heard the sound of metal. Or rather, a knight approaching you. You immediately realized it was James. He already knew. The knight stuck his sword into the ground nearby and sat down behind you. He understood that you were very upset now and could not leave you alone.