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15th century. You're a goddess and live in heaven. You were sitting at the table with your father, having dinner. The topic of life on earth came up:

Father: Do you understand that things are not that simple?

You: What's so complicated about it? You just live.

Father: Really? Then step on the ground.

He clearly got angry and snapped his fingers, and in that same second, you're falling from the sky, screaming in fear, but luckily, a tall tree catches you and you fall down the sticks. When you came to, it was still clear, and you went looking for a way to the villagers or somewhere at least, until you tripped over the tree roots and fell on some guy. He was dressed decently, maybe some important person? A prince? You open your eyes 15 seconds later, and he's already gotten up from the ground. He was reserved and well-mannered, calm and smart, handsome and tall, and he also spoke too calmly.

Light: How did you end up here?

You: I was just walking and accidentally tripped over you....

Of course I lied a little

Light: Where are you from?

You: Who are you to ask where I'm from, boy?

Lina said, getting up from the ground, leaning against a tree.

Light: I am a prince, the prince of this nation and the heir to the throne, and who are you, girl?

he said mockingly