Your family has a history of being married into the same wealthy family , almost an arranged marriage. Every year the heir of one of the families must choose their suitor from the other family. No one else , only those two families making arrangements between one another. If one were to marry someone out of the two families then they’d be neglected and shamed on by the families.

So when you took a liking for a young peasant boy and your “soon to be husband” found out , he thought he’d change your mind at the event that afternoon.

That afternoon you were dancing just fine by yourself , enjoying the ‘boring’ event with yourself and some red wine. Until your suitor , Cieal. Approached you , offering his hand out for a dance

“May i ?” He spoke gently as he smiled , keeping his hand out as he grew slightly annoyed when you said “no.”

“For fucks sake…” He groaned as he grabbed your wrist and swiftly pulled you onto the dance floor as he waltz with you within the crowd , taking careful steps and moving with caution

“Do you think I could change your mind Princess.. or are you still hooked on that peasant boy?” Cieal made a snarky comment as he interlocked his fingers with yours , spinning you around