A/N: I went over this prologue again because reviewers have pointed out some grammar mistakes and I have realized that there are quite a few SPAGS. Gomen.

If there is anyone that is willing to be my BETA reader, I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

Prologue

"Hikaru-tono does not need an un-elegant being, such as a fiancé!"

A voice rang throughout the enormous room, followed by a thump. Echoes traveled to all the spectators that happened to be in the same room. The object that created this sound is the main character of this story - Yamashina Hikaru; currently red in the face (due to anger) and both of her hands pressed firmly on the table as if to denote her determination that no one can order her about.

…Let's go back in time.

The day started well for our dearest Yamashina Hikaru-tono.

The sun was shining brightly, and she was happily tapping her fingerson the window as she traveled in her Bentley to her family's residence somewhere in the suburbs of Paris. Blurs of green flashed by and the car finally passed a sign that read "Do not Trespass", minutes later the car stopped short in front of the castle's gateway, which automatically opened when they realized that the visitor is the grand-daughter of the castle's owner.

Our protagonist was making her monthly visit to see her grand-father (of her mum's side of the family). Hikaru occupies a mansion in the midst of Paris, near the river Seine, in the central of all the tourist's attractions, but away from the noises and the pollution. Her parents are off in some dismal corner in the world, for some 'alone time'…and leaving their business for her to sort out, yet again. Thinking about this, she sighed again.

Only fourteen, Yakashina Hikaru has a row of admirers, yet she doesn't seem to take a fancy to any of them. Being a mixed child between her dad (who's the heir of a Japanese company) and her mother (who's from a family of French aristocracy lineage), she got the best of both genes, inheriting her dad's black hair and her mum's violet eyes. Her silky, long hair reaches below the waist but she never bothers to tie it back. Her body, for her age, is quite maturely formed.

Her lack of interest of the opposite sex has puzzled those who know her. Rumors, such as she's only interested in women, or she's scared of men, started to form but the real reason is because…she's determined to find a guy who passes her judgment of her idea of elegance and perfection that matches her own. She calls herself –tono (her highness), and insists that others call her that as well.

In short…she's narcissistic to the last degree…to the point where her family considered getting a bodyguard to follow her if she goes anywhere near a water source, just in case she gets too engaged with her own reflection and possibly…drown.

In the midst of all this beautiful forestry, lies a 12th century castle, still intact in its conditions. The sheer size of it, to those of us who are 'commoners' would leave us mesmerized for hours. As the car wound up to a stop before the 15 feet front doors, the driver opened the door for her, and she slowly stepped out. Two butlers opened the front doors for her, which leads to the foyer that is lit up by a chandelier, encrusted with thousands of Swarvoski crystals. She then walked up the stairs into the dining room. A table that stretches out from one side of the room to the other is in the centre and an old man was already sitting at the head chair, waiting for her. When he heard the door creaked open, he waved a hand as if signaling for her to take her place. Reading the sign, she slid into the chair that one of the butlers has pulled out for her. When she made herself comfortable, they started their lunch, with some small talk, when her grandpa told her the breaking news…

"Your parents and I have found the perfect fiancé for you…"

And he never managed to finish his sentence because a shrill voice broke him mid-way:

"Hikaru-tono does not need an un-elegant being, such as a fiancé!" And slammed her fists on the table

Which brings us back to the present.

The tension in this room is so suffocating that the maids and butlers can feel cold sweat running down their backs. Finally, the old man sighs and elegantly lifts up his tea and took a sip, and he stopped for sometime before he spoke again.

""I'll make you a deal…" He looks up from his tea to Hikaru's face, who in turn, raises her eyebrow to show that she is listening.

"If you can survive living by yourself with no help and stay low-profile for two months, then I'll pretend that I never mentioned it."

"Really…?" Hikaru looks a bit sceptical.

"Yes, when have you ever seen me lie?"

Hikaru gives him a "you are lying now" look.

And when she gave a, 'it's so easy' look, he says "without people knowing that it's you."

"We got ourselves a deal." After pondering for sometime, Hikaru snaps her fingers and walks out. "Just as I always say, Hikaru-tono is God's gift to the world, He wouldn't let such an inelegant being taint my beauty. Now, let the commoners see what inner beauty is all about. Sometimes life is just so unfair…some of us are born with perfect persona and a pure heart…I must have been so perfect in my last life that this life God decided to create me as the human form of perfection…"

"Don't you want to know who your fiancé is? Oi…It's Ato…
"I might as well make the most of what God gifted me with…"

"Your house and school is all prepared for…"

"…so I should admire myself more. Even though I do try to stay modest for the commoners so that they don't feel bad about their imperfections but this must be what God intended me to do with this unfortunate and inelegant incident…" The muttering turns into mumbling as she walks further and further away from him and when the noise stops altogether, the old man gives an involuntary sigh,

"Hikaru…Hikaru…do you even know the meaning of low-profile?"