My name's Abigail Adonis, daughter of King Anthony Adonis, and Princess of a country I had no idea about. Never have I been allowed to step foot outside of the palace unless it was to learn in the Academy. Then I turned 18 - completely naive as to how dangerously controlling teenage hormones could be. For once I had dared to sneek out and go against my butler's orders. I was prepared to see the life outside of those stone walls. I was not, however, prepared to be shot at. The next thing I knew, I was stuck with a treasure in front of me, a thief beside me, and killers behind me. What's a Princess suppose to do?