Author's Note: Before I begin, this first chapter is like a highly similar version of the prologue except the MC's a lot different and will respond a bit differently. The second chapter will not be like the game's storyline. I just needed the prologue to start it off.

Chapter 1

I watched the sun shine into my room as I finished putting on my long, buckled boots. It had been a year and a half since I've moved to the Charles Kingdom. A beautiful place, yes, but it's hard to ever find time off. I stretched a bit as I considered what could be accomplished on this day off. There wasn't much I could do. My friends were busy with school and work at least until the late evening.

"Fine," I mumbled to myself as I took my little batman backpack and headed towards the door, "I think a walk would be nice."

As the sun graced my face, the wind tugged at the corners of my blue flowing dress. Its see-through long sleeves relieved me from the warm spring air as the dress highlighted my figure. A figure of large hips and thigh that went unmatched with my skinny calves, which I hid with my long boots, and my thin waist. Embracing the good weather, I couldn't help but have a spring in my step. There was barely a cloud in the sky so the blue shown just as beautifully as the Sun. The local markets were brimming with customers out exploring the good weather. In light of it all, I bought myself a water bottle when I saw an elderly man bent over out of the corner of my eye.

Lightly jogging over to him, I put my hand on his back to rub his back a little as I asked, "Are you alright?"

The older man wheezed slightly as he looked up at me and answered, "No, I'm fine, Miss. My ride will be here shortly."

Having a soft spot for kind people, she continued to rub his back a little as she offered him her unopened water bottle. "At least take some water from me. I hate to see someone suffer a little when I couldn't be of any help," she stated as she noticed the fancy clothing the older man wore. He smiled down at her as he took the proffered water bottled.

"You're all too kind, young lady. What is your name?" he asked as a limousine pulled up beside them. A dark haired man in a black tuxedo came out from the vehicle as the old man repeated once again, "Your name, Miss?"

"Oh, sorry," I shook my head a little at the peculiarity of the situation, "My name is Cynthia Paradise."

"Well, Cynthia, here," the old man quickly wrote a number down on a piece of paper and handed it to me, "Allow me to return the favor. If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to call this number. Thank you." With that he followed the younger man only to get into the limo so they could drive off.

Looking down at the piece of paper in her hand, I shrugged and slipped it into my little backpack. Now feeling like a Good Samaritan, I skipped along the road for a bit only to feel a raindrop grace its presence on my well make-upped face. I scrunched up my face hoping it was just my imagination until more raindrops followed. Quickly, I dashed towards the shelter of the awning of a nearby flower shop. Though easily entranced by rainfall, I tore my eyes away from the scene before me to look at the flowers beside me.

"Wow," I stated barely above a whisper as I marveled at the flowers.

"I should be dazzled by the beauty of the flowers, but an even greater beauty stands before them," a voice from behind reached my ears as I let out a sneeze at the same time the person behind me spoke. I turned around to see a tall man with white hair and purple eyes stand before her holding out an umbrella. The attractiveness of the man shocked me a bit as I backed up shaking my head. It wasn't the first time I had been hit on, but they were never at that level of beauty. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward. I hope I didn't frighten you," he said as he smiled in apology.

From the look on his face, he didn't seem like a man of bad intentions, but that did not allow me to let my guard down. It was then that I notice the extravagance of his attire. It was too fancy for a simple stroll that was for sure. The man noticed me eyeing him oddly and he revealed a charming smile right before I sneezed again.

"Wouldn't you prefer the protection of my umbrella rather then getting wet just standing there?" he asked politely as he held out the umbrella to me.

"I'm a lover of rain. Getting wet never brother me. You should be more concerned about yourself. You don't want to ruin those clothes, right?" I smiled back as I sidestepped away from him.

"I'm quite alright," he looked over at the flowers behind me before continuing, "It as if these beautiful flowers whisper to you, tempting you to come closer. Hearing such a lovely sound, I came here only to find this beautiful flower." He reached his hand out to me, but before he could reach my cheek, I pulled back to cover another sneeze.

"If you consider me a flower, don't," I said as I sniffled a bit hoping the sound would muffle the loudness of my own beating heart, "The only thing they do for me is give me a reason to buy prescription allergy medicine."

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, I looked past the man in front of me to see multiple black cars speeding by. As I witnessed the one car about to splash up mud on the poor stranger before, I dashed in front of him so I was the one taking the hit instead. Now I was welcomed by the odd feeling of being covered in muddy water. My close stuck to my body revealing my thin waist and arms along with my broad shoulder. The once dry hair, top half bright red, bottom half black, was now soaked and sticking to my long, pale neck. Before I could react, the man pulled me closer to the flower shop to inspect me closely.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he peered over me.

I felt my face flushed embarrassedly as I spoke out a meek, "Yes." The black car that splattered me stopped not too far away and a man wearing a vest and white button-up shirt came out of the car.

"Please forgive me. Were you struck, miss?" the man from the car asked as he came up to me.

"Duh," I mumbled, as the man from the car was no longer looking to me but instead the man beside me.

"Heading to the party?" The vested man asked.

"Why yes," the other responded casually. As they ignored my presence and shared this small conversation, a third voice rang out.

"What are you doing!?" a voice exclaimed from the car. Another good looking man, stepped out of the car wearing clothes similar in expensive as the man next to me was wearing. The vested man quickly explained how he splashed me with mud before he cut him off as he looked over to me and the man beside me before saying, "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry. Luke, take care of this."

The man referred to as Luke turned back to us as the other man went back to his car. Luke handed me a card while saying "Just send a bill to us after you buy a replacement for that outfit. Please except our apologies."

"Come on, let's go!" the man in the car hollered. With that, Luke got into the car and left.

"Douche," I mumbled as I watched them drive away while putting the card into my little backpack. The man who'd been next to me the whole time began to laugh a little. I quickly turned to him slightly glaring.

"He never changes…" the man said with a smile as he pulled out a handkerchief and held it out to me, "First, take this."

At first I went to reach out to it, but stopped myself as I smiled up to him. "Don't worry about it. I plan on taking a stroll through the rain. The mud will come off. I don't want to ruin anything of yours."

"But your lovely outfit was ruin because of me," he stated with a troubled expression still holding out the handkerchief, "At least let me repay you in some way."

"Nah, that was something I chose to do," I reassured with a smile, "Relax."

The man before me smiled as if he had a new idea, which made me groan internally. Before I could ask what was on his mind, he dropped down on one knee and took my hand in his.

"Oh god, no," I thought to myself as my heart went in double time.

"Won't you accompany me on a date?" he asked as he grinned, "Let it be my way of repaying you."

"I'll take your handkerchief now," I blurted out nervously.

xXx

I stood before Nobel Michel with a boiling feeling in my stomach. The man from the flower shop was persistent enough to where I was stuck here. He even provided a dress and makeup for myself.

This place was something out of a picture book. It was a huge castle and expensive cars lined up along the outside as all of high society seemed to make their way inside the castle. I followed the crowd since the white haired gentleman told me he'd meet me inside later. Feeling inferior to everyone around me, my anxiety heightened. My back was feeling stiff from trying to keep a perfect posture. Heavily distracted by my own delusions, I bumped into someone on my way into the ballroom.

"Excuse me," I heard the person say as I looked up to see a blond looking man with the face of a prince stood before me.

"It's my fault, I'm sorry," I said hurriedly as bowed my head slightly.

"I haven't seen you at these parties before," his smile was elegant, but it just made me feel nervous as I realized I wouldn't fit in at all tonight.

"Well, i-it's nice to meet you. I'm Cynthia Paradise," I tried to play it off cool but my voice shook a little.

"A pleasure," he smiled as he spoke, "It's your first time here?"

"Yes."

"This is a surprise. You're actually taking with a woman," I turned slightly to see a brown haired gentleman walk up with a childish-like air to him, "Won't you introduce me?"

"I'm hardly in the position to be giving introductions… Excuse me," he answered before leaving into the ballroom.

"No, don't leave, new friend," I thought to myself as I watched him go and turned back to the man left behind as I gave him a nervous smile.

"That attitude is not surprising of him. Are you not going in?" he asked as he looked to me.

"Crap, I'm always in the way," I muttered as I stepped to the side, "Don't let me stop you. Go right ahead."

I signaled for him to go in, but instead he held out his hand to me. "Don't worry, my dear. It feels like the chance of meeting you is nothing short of fate. Allow me to escort you in," his voice held a bit of teasing as he looked into my eyes.

"Well, I can't even go into crowded stores without feeling uncomfortable," I thought to myself honestly, "Going in with someone else should help, right?" I accepted his hand as I said, "I would be honored. Thanks."

The party was like something you'd see in a movie. Everything was beautiful. To think I'd ever witness something like this with my own eyes astonished me, but regardless of being captivated by the beauty, I found myself growing more and more self-conscious. Seeing champagne nearby, I reached over only to brush hands with another person. The spiky haired man looked over casually to me as we exchanged apologies. Within seconds of grabbing his own glass he drained it. He continued to take several glasses only to repeat the process.

I watched him do this in astonishment. Not knowing what was going on with the gentleman before me, I put a hand on the gentleman's shoulder as I said, "I don't know who hurt you, but it'll get better."

"Excuse me?" his shoulder stiffened as his eyes bore into mine. I withdrew my hand and cursed inwardly as I realized I, once again, acted without thinking.

"Sorry," I squeaked before I turned to leave only to find a young man ambling up to the two of us now blocking my path. Both men wore the same type of formal wear.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find you here with the women and wine instead of coming over to say hello," the younger man said to the other as he eyed me over. I quickly took a big gulp of champagne as I realized this moment still wasn't over.

"What do you mean?" the older gentleman asked.

"Nothing at all," the younger replied with a smile.

As they were walking off discussing the party, a voice rang through the elegant room. The voice began introducing the princes from the six kingdoms allowed to visit here regularly. While the names were introduced, I saw each man I ran into today being introduced as the princes. (Author note: I'm skipping the names part because I don't feel like it. Sorry. You all know their names by now.)

While they all made their way down the staircase and stood before all the applause, I gulped down the remainder of my champagne and grabbed a second one. An army of women surrounded the princes, which made me feel a little better. I found a little corner to stand in as I watched the people in the ballroom. Everyone and everything seemed like it was something out of a beautiful painting. Though I did want to thank Edward for bringing me here, I didn't want to disturb the imagery by having some interact ruin it all for me.

Music began to play and people began to dance. For some reason, I felt a little pang of loneliness creep into my heart. I looked down at my glass as I was contemplating just leaving and going to my friends as is tradition on such a Friday night.

Suddenly a voice in front of me said, "Would you care to dance?" I looked up to find it was Prince Edward standing before me with another charming smile as he held out his hand to me. "I'm sorry I couldn't escort you in, but allow me to be the one to share the first dance with someone as special as you."

"I don't know how much longer my ovaries came remain calm," was the last thought I had before I took his hand in mine and smiled as I accepted his offer.