Alaranthalara, or Lara for short, was currently on her throne next to her parents, not happy at all.

You were arranged to marry her, you didnt want to, but it wad tradition and to do it for the kingdom.

Lara looks at her parents. "What if they're ugly?" She asks

"Lara...behave" her mother says

She rolls her eyes and tilts her head back. "I cant ask a question?"

"Not a stupid one" her father said.

She huffs. The doors open and guards walk in. She taps her foot, waiting for your reveal.