"What are we going to do, Miss Charlotte?" a cute little girl was serving tea to a beautiful girl with bright golden hair on the small tea table.

She was exquisite. Not only the bright green eyes as emeralds were shining with a lovely glint, but her cute dimples had the power to entice any daring to approach her.  ​​

The way she left the cup with a raising pinky was elegant and stylish.

"Mmm… according to the legends… Princess Anne went to the training camps at the age of six, she went to teach the young knights what courage meant," the little girl of seven years old recounted. She was reading a strange book with the cover of a silhouette of a little girl with a fluffy dress and a fluffy dog by her side.

"Then… Miss Charlotte, would you want to go?"

"Mm… yes," the little girl said while standing up quickly, "though, I am not sure if I want to play with the knights… at least not all of them."

"What are you saying, Miss Charlotte?"

"Isn't Ian going to train there at this time?"

"Young Master Ian?" Gina leaned her head, she knew that the little daughter of Minister Mills, Charlotte Mills was a follower of Princess Anne. Well, who will not be? She was a living legend.

However, her parents were certainly afraid. Not just hers but everyone's parents would be afraid if someday the amazing 'Little Princess' shop in the town started selling the book of that same princess. It came as a trend to give the book to the daughters of the officials or when they started to read. However, the message the fathers told their cute little daughters was:

'Darling, this is a guide of what you should never do, okay?'

or,

'Only legends can do the things written here, darling, please don't imitate.'

Or simply,

'Never in the world dare to do anything on this book, now start reading, sweetheart.'

However, some parents tried to deny the existence of the book, to keep their dear daughter from the mysterious and hypnotic charm of a little princess. Now, that will never work for the smart Charlotte. Poor Duke of Mills.

"Then… shall we go?"

Charlotte stood up from the little chair ready for another adventure following the principles of her idol. However, the one that kept interrupting her journey every time appeared.

"My princess!"

"Oh no," Charlotte tried to run back, but it was useless, "daddy, stop it."

The shameless Duke of Mills carried her in his arms while moving in circles. He will do that sometimes with a big laugh. However, more like, he wanted to stop her from going outside and meet that Ian.

"Daddy, I want to go outside," she said with a pout on her lips, "can I?"

"Why would you want to go outside?" the Duke had still stars on his eyes while looking at the little cutie.

"I wanted to see the knights training," she showed her little book to the Duke. However, the same Duke was sweating cold. He had read very well every page of that book, he even memorized each word and paragraph. He went to the extreme to make even notes and a timeline of all the events taking place.

'The training camp,' that was the words he had been scared of for so long, for a whole year. His dear daughter was already asking to go there and not to train. She was not in that kind of thing but someone else did. That son of that idiot Prime Minister, Ian.

The Duke of Mills knew what his dear and smart, and also cunning princess wanted to do. She had been planning it for every single day. To steal a bride, in this case, a little boy with bright blue eyes and a cheerful personality.

His dear Princess wanted to trap an innocent victim, and he couldn't allow that.

****

Meanwhile, in the training camp, the new rising batch of recruits was fighting over and over again till Master Yves let them go.

"This is good for now, you can go."

The old man let them move to take a rest while he was reading the letters on his hands. He had been receiving several from the north, though, every single time he crunched them for later burn them to the ground.

"How dare they?" he clenched his teeth. Then he will walk out. However, he was interrupted by two boys that were still fighting with 'REAL' words, the new merchandise donated by the Royal Palace.

"You, why are you still here?"

"I want to continue training for a couple of minutes, Master Yves," Ian bowed but he was hiding something inside his eyes. "Can I?"

Master Yves could only sigh, "she won't come, little boy," he tapped the small boy's shoulder, "that man won't let her get out her Princess cage."

".." Ian looked down as if lost in thought. "Then what should I do? I want to see her."

"If you really want to have a chance," Master Yves took a small card from his pocket. No one would ever understand the importance of that card as it was from a secret organization that operated in the dark. It was established several years ago, maybe eight, maybe nine, who knows? But the paper was red with golden letters, and only a 'MINI' number was engraved in it.

"Call that number," Master Yves spoke in a lower tone, "you will get your answer then. But beware, little boy, the one answering might not be what you think. Stay brave and calm and practice a poker face before calling."

Ian took the card and knew that it was an invaluable treasure. He had seen once that same card on the hands of his father, and he was trembling when he connected the number. Though it seemed that he was holding a laugh.