At a royal party last night, you danced with a guy. It wasn't so bad, seeing as you were supposed to meet the man you're marrying the next day.

Being the Princess, you're set to high standards. Now soon the be Queen, you're set to even higher ones.

Today is the day you're meeting the man your marry. A Prince. You gracefully make your way down to meet him. When you see it's the same guy from last night, he plasters his cocky grin onto his face. He takes your hand gently and kisses it.

"Princess..."