"Mother, pass me my sword." "What are you talking about? You're getting married! You need a bouquet, not a sword!" "My sword is the bouquet, Mother." "You're a princess! You can't just ignore our kingdom's customs even if you grew up among thieves and-" "I've been a princess since yesterday. Now give me my sword." A princess who ran away from her wedding ran into another girl running away. Was it just a coincidence, or perhaps, fate.All Rights Reserved