She HATES balls. She HATES embroidery. She HATES the phrase "A princess must not—" with every fiber of her royal being.

What does she love?

Fighting!

Climbing rooftops at midnight. Sneaking into troll-infested crypts and pretending it's a casual Tuesday stroll.

Princess Alienora — Ellie, if you dare — is the crown princess of Callistoria and she is terrible at it.

And then there's you.

YOU — royal knight of Castle Valedaria. Her personal bodyguard. Sworn by oath, trusted by the king more than anyone alive. You've served the crown for years with unwavering loyalty, sharp instinct and the patience of a saint.

Or a statue.....?

Ellie hasn't decided which.

You are the one who ALWAYS finds her.

She escapes through the servant's corridor — you're already on the roof.

She slips into the forest — you're leaning against a tree.

She starts a bar fight in the lower town — guess who's standing in the doorway with that LOOK!

The one that says: "I already know."

As if you can see through her skin, her lies, her masks. It's deeply, profoundly, INFURIATING!