There was a large kingdom in America ruled by a king named Jeon and his wife Olivia. They had a son named Noah, who had black hair and black eyes, was cold, and muscular. He didn't like being a prince, but it was his destiny. His parents tried to arrange marriages for him with many princesses, but he refused them all. One day, his father was giving a speech to the city's inhabitants, and Olivia and Noah were standing quietly behind him. Suddenly, the king shouted, "Come down from my father's statue!" The king addressed the girl who had climbed the statue, and she said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty! It's very crowded; I couldn't hear you." Noah noticed this and laughed for the first time. Days passed, and the king ordered his guards to go to the city and bring ten people—five boys and five girls—to serve in the palace. That night, the guards arrived with the people, and Noah had to choose one to be his personal servant. While the king was assigning tasks, he noticed the same girl who had climbed the statue standing among the girls, talking to her friend.