Nathan's debut as Crown Prince was going to be the talk of the Empire for weeks.
Word had already spread from the highest nobles, to the lower ones, among their servants and to the commoners.
They said the Crown Prince was extremely handsome and a selection was going to be held to choose a Crown Princess.
That was all everyone could talk about. Never had a competition been held to choose a Crown Princess. Most suspected the Imperial family already had a list of candidates.
They were right.
Sitting across from me, at breakfast table, the next morning, is a sick looking Paisley. Her expression bordered between excitement, but looking up at me, she seemed to remember the third thing everyone was talking about in the Capital.
Me.
Or rather, the red-haired lady the Crown Prince spent the entire event glued next to, even after the Empress announced the competition to choose his future bride.
