Prologue

My name is Chelsea. I’m the adopted daughter of Margrave Sargent and fiancée of His Highness Prince Glenarnold, younger brother to the king of Chronowize.

On the continent we lived on, there were five countries.

While I was in the Holy Country of Celesark in the northeast of the continent, Lord Glen had come to deliver the Spirit Tree cutting for me. I’d visited Celesark to observe the trial to select the next Grand Saintess, and following that, I’d returned with Lord Glen to the Kingdom of Chronowize. Granted, we hadbarely crossed the border between Celesark and Chronowize, so there was still half a month of traveling before we reached the royal capital.

“I wonder why I feel like we’ve come home even though we’ve only just crossed the border?” Lord Glen mused. He smiled at me from his seat across from me inside the carriage.

Lord Glen’s dark blue hair—reminiscent of the night sky—reflected the light from the window, creating an angel-like halo. Coupled with his well-proportioned facial features, you might suspect he was an angel. In comparison, I had plain purple eyes and light pink hair that reached down to my chest. And despite being considered an adult at age fifteen, I was still shorter than the average woman.

“I was just thinking the same. How strange,” I replied.

Looking at Lord Glen, his enchanting aqua eyes softened as he gave me a bewitchingly sweet smile.

“I’m starting to feel embarrassed with you staring at me like that,” he said before standing from his seat and settling beside me instead. In one smooth motion, his arm slipped around my waist and he hugged me close.

After we had once again confirmed our mutual feelings back in Celesark, he’d been acting very sweetly towards me. It made my heart swell so much that I could barely speak.

“Sitting across from each other is fine and all,” he continued, lifting a lock of my hair to his lips, “but sitting beside each other is nice too.”

On my twelfth bi