United States, 1920.
Who would suspect music and murder have so much in common?
Before Bonnie & Clyde and Co. were even a thing, there was a group killing men, touring as a band, trading booze, getting revenge and painting walls in red. At first, their real aspiration was to enjoy life and become famous through music, but it looks like real life had other plans. Along with the rise of the Prohibition Era, also rose a deadly gang, and amongst them, two tormented lovers.
They failed to become "american legends" and their names didn't make history-for reasons I'm going to tell you all about-but their story was much bigger and complex than any other gangster couple's.
I can't do this. This isn't my life. This isn't who I am. What do they want from me? How can they expect me to do this.
All these thoughts run through my head as I hear the words "You are a princess". It's insane. I can't be a princess. I can barely pass sophomore history. And now they expect me to come back to this far away kingdom and lead a fairy tale life? No way. Especially not after they tell me that I was sent away to be protected from those who seek the throne, the people who killed my real parents. I can't take the throne. I just can't.