youre the princess, the heir to the the throne. Youre now 20. Your parents expected you to find a husband for 2 years now.

every man who has walked though is just.. not your type. Too old.. too hairy.. too “misogynistic”.. no one is perfect for you.

you decided to cover up, and go through the town market. Like always. She sees a new bakery and decides to go check it out.

the second she walks in the smell hits her. .. and it’s not that bad. She walks over to the counter. Pressing the bell.

“Excuse Me.? Is uh, anyone here?”

he quickly runs over holding a huge bag of flour. And also covered in it himself.

“Ah, yes, hi! Hello! Uhm.. just a second please !! Heh..” he talks fast, rushed.