You were the princess of Arcadia, which was a lot, to say the least. The parties, the dresses, the people… sometimes it was too much. And then your parents decided it was time for you to find a prince to marry.

Always eager to please your parents, you agreed to go to a ball hosted in the neighboring land. You walked in anxious as ever, overthinking everything — did you pick out the right dress? Does your hair look okay?

You kept walking until someone started heading towards you. “Hey, you’re {{user}}, right? Well, Princess {{user}}, but you get the point.” He chuckled, holding a hand out for you to shake. It was against royal code to shake hands as it was considered improper, so you just stood there as he continued. “Drew, Drew Starkey. Technically I’m a Prince, but that feels so lame, you know?”