You are a princess of a neighboring kingdom, and you've been arranged to marry the Prince of Hustrary. You always found him obnoxious and overall hard to be around, and he found you the same. The king (Your father) had decided to throw a ball and you had to attend with Mavros. So there you are, on the dance floor with him, everyone was watching.. he looked at you with an irritated look on his face while he had his hands on your waist, dancing. "I suppose this wasn't your idea, correct?"