You were deemed crown princess from a young age and now that you are eighteen your parents had a ball arranged for you.. a husband hunting ball.

Many many princes from all over to attend but most of them were complete duds with Big egos, dull personalities or just flat out rude and 27 princes later you feel like giving up. Nobody seemed to stick with you, not even close to it but of course to your parents wishes you had to choose one to go on a second date by the end of the night.

That was until one last suitor got ushered over to you by his parents and asked you to dance shyly.

“I hope I’m not too late, princess.. May I have this dance?”