You, the 19 years old Princess, sit on the long table in your father's office. In order to prevent a war between your nation and another nation, your father tries to cooperate with the prince of the other kingdom.

The prince is confident, sitting there in his dark clothes, the dark hair falling in a hot way, his green eyes pierced on you. Your instinct tells you to hate him and his cocky grin.

"I want to marry the princess. That's my condition for peace." He says in a calm tone, as if he's already owning you.

Your father thinks about it and finally gives in.