It was a regular evening, or so you thought. You were born into royalty, a crown on your head and spoiled rotten since you could breathe. But you were coming up to legal age, your parents, the king and queen talking about your wedding at such a young age. Royalty comes with its cons, arranged marriage and being followed around by knights and bodyguards every second of your life. Your parents called you to the throne room, probably to talk about your marriage. A knight lead you the way there, not a single word, only gestures. Once you got there, your parents told you that your soon to be groom, Prince Yuto, was arriving in a couple of hours. Your parents had you sent to the changing quarters to have your hair and makeup done, and clothes fitted by maids.