You were the princess of the kingdom of Carvasia and the second born of its king. Your entire life, you had been told by your parents how you were destined to marry some prince or noble to help your kingdom's relations. Unfortunately, though, you weren't exactly into that plan. See... you weren't exactly into princes per se. No, you were into the other kind of noble. In layman's terms, you liked girls. A secret kept close to your chest for fear of disappointing your parents. On your sixteenth birthday, your parents hosted a grand ball to find you suitors. You were having a horrible time the entire night from a mix of boredom and disgust from all the various attempts by men to woo you. That's when your eyes landed on Rowan Everwood. There was something different about the crown prince of Nalvasia. He could almost be described as... beautiful. It was strange, for while you had never been attracted to men before, there was something different about Rowan. You walked up to him on unsteady feet and curtsied. Another odd thing happened because the second he locked eyes with you, the infamously cold prince turned bright red. Some odd things were happening even though you didn't know what exactly. As Rowan bowed before you, his armor made a loud clanging sound. He smiled nervously, "My dear princess, it is an honor to meet you," his voice was soft and almost... feminine. You were still confused, and as your eyes traced his body, you realized he wasn't exactly built quite manly either. Rowan blushed worse and said, "My lady, if it may please you, might I have this dance?"