I'm going to undercut Joe and talk about
Long Live the Queen, of which I have been playing the demo.
It's a visual novel/political simulator somewhere between
Princess Maker and
Crusader Kings. You play a rosy-cheeked kawaii desu desu etc. princess with
darling pink drills, who has to prepare for her upcoming coronation since her mother (i.e. the Queen) died under mysterious circumstances and her father apparently doesn't feel like being King.
You do so by studying various (30+) courtly skills, be it magic, diplomacy or warfare. The effectiveness of said skills is tied to your moods, which, rather than simply being happy = learning, gives you bonuses to different things when different fears and confidences cloud your judgement. These moods can themselves be adjusted by whiling away your free time around the castle; walking in the gardens, playing with your cousins, going to church etc.
Then, the visual novel bit. Inbetween (and sometimes at) these excursions, you're presented with choices to make, responses to which are limited by your knowledge and simple hidden diceroll tests against your skill. Each event will test multiple skills, however, so it's still fairly deep.
So how did I do?
Well, I was naturally depressed at the death of my mother, so I worked it out through painting and bonding with my pet falcon. I also talked to my cousin Lottie, but after a poisonous snake appeared in the grounds in what appeared to be a botched assassination attempt, she threw herself in front of me and had to return to her own province while she recovered from the poison.
Of course, now Princess Meechy is terrified of snakes, so I train up my falcon and develop my own reflexes. This helps me avoid a tumble with a clumsy maid, but the other side-effect is I ended up really good at dancing. Dancing was a great way to blow off some steam, so I started going to the ball every week. This helped me make a few contacts and work on my etiquette, but it mainly made everyone love their beautiful, graceful monarch-to-be. This in turn made me stupidly happy, and soon I was ploughing through my studies at a pace only unaninmous adoration can allow. I went climbing, learned to meditate, and even picked up a book a couple of times.
Ah.
Yes, while good for the soul, body, and image, all that dancing had left my princess something of a ditz. As a result, I accepted a pretty necklace without understanding that it was supposed to be a dowry. I'm now engaged to a bloke I've never met.
Looks like I've got myself in a- [DEMO ENDS].
tl;dr
I'm a dancing pink princess with a motherfucking falcon
