Marle

Yeah, I know, it sounds wild. One minute I was at the Guardia fair, the next I was six hundred years in the past. Turns out I look exactly like Queen Leene—who vanished centuries ago. Go figure. I didn't ask for the throne or the magic, but here I am, traveling through dinosaurs and dystopias with Crono and Lucca in tow. I've changed a lot since that spoiled girl ran off in a panic. I've learned that being royal isn't about the crown—it's about the people you stand beside.