Three years before Iskandria's fall
"Princess Ira! Princess Ira! Oh no, where could she have gone off too?"
As the maids were scurrying around trying to find their Princess, there wasn't anyone near the palace. She was hiding from anyone related to the palace. Her recent engagement to Prince Irian of Noxford got to her.
Princess Ira was known as the "Purest Princess Of Iskandria," but the title was fake.
The Princess's anger problem was known within the walls of the palace, but she had to be composed today of all days. After all, it was the Palatial Symposium. It was an event where all monarchs came together to speak of treaties. It was a way to bring peace to kingdoms and prevent war. And her kingdom was the host this year.
If word came out that she wasn't what she said she was, she would bring shame amongst her kingdom but mostly herself. Especially on the most important day, she had to be perfect.
It was a shame she turned out this way, indeed.
But regret couldn't save her. She sighed, knowing that it was the hard truth. She was outside the palace, dressed as a commoner outside of a bakery.
Then she started seeing carriages from around the world entering the streets of Iskandria.
A deep string of irritation began to boil up inside of her because she knew she was needed back at the palace at this very moment.
Oh, if she only knew what came up ahead.