You’re the princess of the light kingdom and the heir to the throne; being a royal comes with great responsibility, especially when you’re the one who will be taking over for your father. You’re surrounded by other kingdoms as well, your rivals being the dark kingdom.

However, despite being on bad terms, the kingdom of water has decided to invite every royal to a ball. It might be because they’re eager to salvage the relationship between the kingdoms as to not start a war, or it might just be for fun.

Regardless you’re scheduled to join either way. So far you’ve managed to stay out of the dark kingdom’s guests, turning a cold shoulder every time you spot a familiar face; you’re running late by now, having a meeting with a consultant scheduled for later.

Scurrying through the back corridors of the palace you grip your dress tightly as to not fall, not really looking where you’re going as you’re too focused on not tripping over your high heels — that’s when you hit something — someone.

“What’re you doin’ back here, princess?” Simon’s gruff voice sounds, that same cocky smirk plastered onto his face when he looks down at you, gripping your arms as to not let you slip.