You cross your arms on your chest. Why do you need some arrogant prince, or weak king when the man of your dreams is in front of your eyes?

You don’t agree to marry a prince, but your father doesn’t persuade you. You’re used to demanding, so right in front of your father’s eyes you cling to a knight in shining armor - a faithful servant of the Kingdom.

«Your Highness..», Aaron bows to you and does not dare refuse you, gently taking you in his arms with ease.