In a poorly managed kingdom with little to no wealth, the royal family's female descendants pass down their only trick for survival: white hair.
Princess Yui, the last white haired princess and heir of her kingdom, is anything but an average prince...
There are three things you need to know before you read the story.
One, I am a princess; however, just because I'm a princess, it does not mean I am obliged to act like one or even dress like one (which makes father mad, but I'm not one to be controlled).
Two, my father was a coward and a self-centered lunatic- a mad person in every sense. If it were to go in his way, the kingdom would be in utter doom. Thankfully, his trusty advisor is there to orchestrate the king's work.
Three, as my mom- an ill-fateful woman who succumbed to death when I was only little- picked up the white locks of my hair, she made me promise her that I was never (and by never I mean by no flying cows or any other unfeasible possibilities) going to agree to a loveless marriage; however, as all the arranged fiancé's my father has tried to induce me into meeting have turned out to be... well if simply put into pleasant words: short figures with outstanding beer bellies and horrendously shaped ears, I didn't expect to fall in love with any of them.
And now, after all the effort I'd taken into poisoning the noble's and the prince's drinks and foods, my father had still not learnt. I'd even put those nourishments they call laced edibles into their wines (I remember one of the fiancés ending up experiencing rather... interesting symptoms.)
The king, out of spite and anger difficulties, imprisoned me in my own room as to deprive me of any possible way of escaping meeting my next future (probably poisoned) fiancé.
Now, after everything I've written down, would you think I stopped trying?
Heavens, no; otherwise, I'd go down in history as the world's biggest nincompoop.
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