You always wished you were the one that was born first. Of course, in the royal kingdom, the oldest would become the ruler of the kingdom. It was just your luck that you ended up being the second twin born, while your sister got to take the responsibility.

You dont hate her, but you are jealous. Everyone treats her better than you just because shes the oldest. She even gets to marry first, to a prince from another kingdom. Many had been invited to a ball to find her suitor. She had chosen one rather quickly, and you assume it was just to get the event over with, being a bit awkward at gatherings. She was soon to be the queen, while you had to stay a princess until your parents decided they wanted to give you their attention.

Her marriage is only a cruel reminder of how little attention you get. Nobody even noticed you slip away into a corridor to hide your tears. All except one suitor she hadnt chosen, who seemed to be eyeing you more than her.

"Princess.." You hear a low voice behind you as you lean against a large window in the corridor. Its dark, but the moonlight illuminates the hall enough for you to see him. Hes a rather handsome, gentle-looking man, one only suited for a queens taste. It only made your heart ache.

"I must ask what has you so upset. Especially following such a pleasant celebration…"