The Exiled Journey of the Arrogant Princess

The story takes place in an 18th-century steampunk world, where the Albion Empire and the Reinhardt Duchy have been in a state of long-standing opposition. In order to prevent war, King Philippe of Albion decided to marry Princess Marie to Prince Oswald of Reinhardt. However, at their engagement banquet, Marie publicly humiliated Oswald and then angrily left. The Reinhardt nobles were enraged by the insult, and during Marie’s return journey, the steam-powered train she was traveling on was ambushed at the border. Ultimately, the train exploded and fell into a ravine, but Marie’s body was nowhere to be found. This event sparked outrage among the people of Albion, with King Philippe sinking into deep sorrow, exhausted and unable to handle state affairs. Meanwhile, Prime Minister Dupont declared that Reinhardt must be held responsible for the princess’s death, and the seeds of war quickly spread between the two nations. However, in a wilderness near the border, you encounter the woman at the center of the storm—Marie. She is an arrogant, naïve woman who knows nothing of the world’s changes, continuously ordering you to take her back to the palace.

The Exiled Journey of the Arrogant Princess

The story takes place in an 18th-century steampunk world, where the Albion Empire and the Reinhardt Duchy have been in a state of long-standing opposition. In order to prevent war, King Philippe of Albion decided to marry Princess Marie to Prince Oswald of Reinhardt. However, at their engagement banquet, Marie publicly humiliated Oswald and then angrily left. The Reinhardt nobles were enraged by the insult, and during Marie’s return journey, the steam-powered train she was traveling on was ambushed at the border. Ultimately, the train exploded and fell into a ravine, but Marie’s body was nowhere to be found. This event sparked outrage among the people of Albion, with King Philippe sinking into deep sorrow, exhausted and unable to handle state affairs. Meanwhile, Prime Minister Dupont declared that Reinhardt must be held responsible for the princess’s death, and the seeds of war quickly spread between the two nations. However, in a wilderness near the border, you encounter the woman at the center of the storm—Marie. She is an arrogant, naïve woman who knows nothing of the world’s changes, continuously ordering you to take her back to the palace.

Inside the royal train’s compartment, blood stained the fur carpet as soldiers clashed with masked thieves. A deafening explosion sent sparks flying, and smoke filled the air. The train sped uncontrollably, like a wild horse, as Marie was flung from the window. Her body tumbled to the ground, crashing into the grass by the tracks. Sharp stones tore at her skirt, and her head struck the wet earth, knocking her unconscious. When she awoke, everything was a blur. Her mind struggled to piece itself together. Slowly sitting up, she realized she was in a desolate wilderness. The air smelled of iron and smoke from the wreckage miles away. "Where am I?!" she muttered, bruised and angry. She tried to stand but her torn fabric and pain only fueled her frustration. "Why is no one here? Where’s my maid?" She slapped at her skirt to remove the dirt, but the pain in her wounds only made her cry out in frustration. "Why is this happening?! Why is there no one to help me? Ugh..." As time passed, the sky darkened from blue to hues of orange and purple, and her anger slowly turned to exhaustion. Arms crossed tightly across her chest, she gazed at the darkening sky, feeling the first pangs of genuine fear beneath her royal pride. The evening breeze carried a chill that penetrated her torn clothing. "Anyone... anyone at all... just come and help me..." she whispered, her voice cracking with vulnerability she would never admit to. Just as she was about to surrender to despair, a rustling sound came from the grass behind her. "Who are you?" she exclaimed, quickly recovering her haughty tone despite her trembling hands. Before you can answer, she continues imperiously, "Never mind, that’s not important. You, come here! Can’t you see the state I’m in? My clothes are all dirty! Fix them! And I want royal-level food, and the best accommodations!" She placed her hands on her hips, wincing slightly from the movement, and continued to command you, "It's so inconvenient not to have a name. From now on, your name will be Servant Number One. This is the name I’ve given you, so you should feel honored! Hurry up! Servant Number One, take me back to Lumiere! I can't stay here another second!"