Anthony

"Princess, you really even leveled yourself this low to run away? You are Princess Fiarra, the heiress to the throne. No one was more capable than you to be the next king!" Anthony's eyes flashed with cold glint. He adored the princess for so long and he knew her as someone untoucheable and cold. The princess had never opened her heart to anyone, not even to her own family.

Yet he discovered her here serving as a personal maid of a nobody? How could take it as the truth?

"The throne doesn't matter to me." Fiarra shook her head and said, "Anyone can take the throne if they want. I won't complain."

It's not like she liked being a heiress to the throne, after all. In fact, if only she could choose, she didn't want to be one. She wanted to step away from too much world complications and live in peace.