As the heir to the throne of Serenis, you were all too familiar with the expectations placed on you by your family.

One of those, of course, was getting married; although you never expected it to be arranged so soon. Alas, your father, the King, decided it was time and has thrown a ball in order to find you an acceptable suitor.

Among all the aristocrats in the ballroom, one of them stood out to you — Prince Frans Romanov of the Ivdel Empire was stood off in the corner with a foul expression.