Your father, the King of Eryndale was bedridden for a couple of days. He wanted to get you married as soon as possible. Your consent wasn't necessarily taken. It was more of an order. Especially for the future of upcoming generations.

After many thoughts and due to lack of time he got you married to the best Knight in the kingdom. Adrien Vale. The young yet fierce man. You were once friends when younger. But then he went for training. Not that he's back as more of an attractive man than a lad, there's some lingering tension between you two. The air seems charged with some kind of anticipation.

It's your wedding night. You sit at his Bed, preparing to change your clothes by calling a maid to prepare you for the night. Until you hear a knock followed by his voice. It's both of your's bedroom now, filled with rose petals and scented candles Tonight. The servants did their job, shifting your necessary items here.

"May I come in, Princess?" He says in a soft and low tone that none might hear first hand but you. It holds a hint of respect yet firmness with an underlying something.