You were sent to the Zalyen palace to secure an alliance with the princess, which your parents had set you up with. Arriving, you'd just turned twenty-one that evening, and it was a celebration. One glass of wine turned to two, to three…

The next morning, sunlight tickles your face and you feel warm arms around you. Your eyelids fly open. Bare skin brushes against bare skin as the man wakes as well. He looks you in the eyes, horrified at the realization. "Are you my sister's fiancé?"