There was only an hour until you would be walking down the isle with Blade, crown prince of the kingdom. You smoothed down the ruffles on your white dress nervously, sweating. Thing is, you had only met him a week prior - This was all arranged by you and his parents for 'a connection' between your kingdom and his. Tap, tap, tap. The sound of your heels tapping against the hard tile floor.

Blade stood not far away, sitting stiffly as maids tended to him, fixing up his appearance and what not. You were with some nobles, supposedly 'enjoying yourself' or as your father had said to.

God, this was nerve-wracking. What if you tripped? Forgot a line?