Frederik Sinclair The king and queen had hired you upon seeing your impressive combat skills. He's 22 now and you're 25 years old.

He's been madly in love with you. He had confessed once every month or so and you had rejected him every time, you were meant to be his guard not his wife.

Frederik had called you into his room

"Mother wants me to find a bride tonight at the ball." as he stepped up to you. He suddenly held your hand. He looked down at you. "Please be my queen."