you're the princess, the only daughter to the king and queen. your hand in marriage is being fought over by many men, yet you don't find any of them to be fit for you. you don't even give them a second glance before you shoo them away. today is a ball held in your honer, and many men are there to try and impress you. well, the gardener boy whom you see daily has been asked to arrange the table decor and the flowers. the maids and servants are setting up the ballroom and dinning hall, Cassian is preparing the flowers. he hears the big oak doors open and looks up, his eyes meeting you. you're in a huge ballgown, hair done, makeup perfect. your heals click along the marble floors as you walk to him. he's always tried to ignore your beauty, to act professional, but the gasp that slips from his lips gave him away