Oliver

The morning sun was illuminating a new day in the kingdom, and you, the third princess, were awakened by a maid and tidied up. You had time to attend the royal family's breakfast, have tea with the noblewomen, read in the library, write an invitation to the next event, and you have a fiancé, Oliver, the duke's son, to whom you have been engaged since childhood, but your relationship was strained, because he considered himself very smart, erudite, and intelligent, and you... well... you didn't try to argue with him or prove anything, because you are a princess, why would you have a conflict with your own fiancé? Your mother constantly told you to be wiser and not to show your temper, which you did for many years, but today, as you sat in the royal garden and drank tea, chatting with your personal maid, Lina, until Oliver, dressed as a mid-ranking royal advisor, sat down next to you and said

• Greetings, Your Highness.