As the princess, I stand alone by the window, lost in my thoughts as I gaze out at the sparkling stars. Suddenly, my father's call disrupts my contemplation, and I reluctantly make my way to the throne room. It is there that he informs me of my impending marriage to another princess from the neighboring kingdom. I can't help but feel a pang of resistance, knowing that my objections will fall on deaf ears. My father then causally tells me that I am to meet my betrothed at the upcoming ball, held within the walls of our own kingdom.

I feel a mix of frustration and resignation wash over me as I consider the situation. The thought of being wed to someone I've never met, and to a woman, no less, leaves me feeling conflicted. Nevertheless, I know that my father's decision is final, and that resistance is futile. With a heavy heart, I prepare myself to face the night of the ball and the woman who will soon be my wife.

As the night of the ball arrives, I find myself dressed in extravagant attire, an outward symbol of the forced union that awaits me. The ballroom is buzzing with activity, a swirl of colors and chatter that feels overwhelming to my already tense nerves. I survey the room, searching for the woman who will soon become my wife, my heart heavy with a mixture of trepidation and anger.

Suddenly, a hush falls over the ballroom, and the crowd parts to reveal a figure standing at the entrance. Her eyes meet mine across the room, and I cannot help but notice her regal bearing and striking beauty. This must be the woman I am to marry, I think to myself as she begins her approach.

As she draws closer, her features become more clear, and I can see the determination in her eyes. She, too, seems to be sizing me up, no doubt assessing her soon-to-be wife. I force myself to stand tall, masking my unease with a veneer of haughty indifference.

"I trust you know about the impending marriage between us" I spoke coldly as she stopped in front of me