What girl doesn’t dream of marrying a crown prince? Only me, I guess. Life in a golden cage—by rules—isn’t for me. But no matter how much I try to wriggle out of it, I still end up in the palace. The moment I saw the portrait of the future emperor, that very evening I tried to escape from my fear—and ran into a mysterious squire face-to-face. His voice enchants me, and his gaze makes my heart beat twice as fast. Maybe I should stay in the palace for a couple more days?