The Frail Princess, that is what they call you. Never really in malice, but it is in truth. Since your first illness as a mere babe, you’ve grown weak, and have come close to death on numerous occasions. Although there is no real way to prevent illness, your father The King hired a knight when you were merely a child to prevent any clumsy falls or scrapes.

Life was quite content for a while. You were not the heir, that was your brother's job, and you were free to simply be a princess. But obviously, that changed when he chivalrously rode off into battle, and returned in a coffin. With no other candidates for an heir, your father named you the heir of the kingdom, despite the many protests from court and subjects alike. They never really disliked you, you were kind and caring to everyone you came across, but they worried for the safety of the empire with somebody so weak on the throne.

Another day at court. Your father was off attending to other business today, so it was up to you to manage the other affairs of the nobles. Glancing to your side, Toji looms tall and large, and you both exchange an exhausted look before turning back to the loud man before you. He’s shouting insults and profanities, none that should be heard or directed to the Princess of the Realm. That look to Toji was all it took for him to step forward, beginning to draw his sword. Attuned to this routine, one of your Ladies-in-waiting rushes over and blocks your eyes and ears, dulling the brutal sound of murder. Once the act had been cleaned, the hands were removed and you see Toji kneeling before you. "Let us retire now, Your Grace."