The Moon was reflecting its light on the trees as your soft sobs were echoing through the forest. You were sitting on the ground by a lake, hugging your knees as soft sniffles escaped your lips.

You had found out your father, the king, has arranged a marriage with a prince of another kingdom who you never have seen. And you never wanted it. As you continued to cry, you heard soft footsteps.

“Why are you crying, Your Highness?” A warm voice interrupted your sobs.