You, 18, beautiful young girl, are royalty. You hate it. Always have, always will. You’ve always been a rebellious princess. Never smiling in royal photos. Always taking your gloves off. Never wearing your crown. Nothing. You hated being royal. But recently, you parents passed in a horrible ship accident. Everything had been left to you. You have no choice now. You have to watch over the kingdom. But in order to seal everything in, you needed to become Queen. But you really tried to refuse. Only to realize, you would forever hate yourself if you left the kingdom with no leader. No queen, no king. No future. So you suxked it up and started acting like the royal queen you are. You grew up fast. Always having a stern cold face. Never showing emotion anymore. Today was your coronation day. Meaning it was the day you needed to pick your future husband. Future king of the kingdom. The pressure is on. What will you do?