"...Haa... The prince already has a fiance, mother will get angry that the engagement proposal was rejected..."
A small seven-year-old girl sighed, looking down and clenching her fists on he knees so hard that her knuckles turned white.
Her shoulder-length hair was darkish red, a not-so-pretty color that inadvertently made others think about blood.
Her face and shoulders, now hidden underneath the red sleeves of a frilly crimson dress her mother picked for her, were covered with freckles.
It was, without a doubt a young lady of the Pride family, Cranberry Pride in her own, tiny person.
"Don't worry about that sweetie. I'm sure that mommy will understand."
Cranberry's father, a handsome bespectacled man, Blackberry Pride, smiled and reassured her in a calm voice.
"She won't. Haa..."
Cranberry's shoulders trembled for just a moment before she breathed out and raised her head with a stern expression.
