"Your Highness, there's no one else I'd rather not hear this from than you."

"Noelia, I'm breaking off our engagement." "What?" "Think about it. You don't particularly excel at anything, do you?" "What do you mean?" "Don't make me spell it out. Your academic grades are inferior to Miss Linea, and in terms of beauty you fall short of Miss Kaline. As for social status, there are young ladies of higher standing than you." 'Your Highness, then what exactly are you?' Noelia muttered in her heart.