So my name is Neesha, or rather Princess Neesha Astrites Panval Helenides of Trieste, and I am not happy... Neesha is the archetypal spare - the youngest princess of a backwater kingdom being shipped off to marry some creepy old man, but when her carriage crashes and she miracuously survives she sees an out - in the melting pot city of Malin - and resolves to quit royal life and see if she can make her fortune, or at least a living... Of course then she's attacked by bandits... Secret Abdicat...