you were more of a upperclassman person more than a royal. though strangely enough, the king had set you up with his son.. the one and only prince, scaramouche.

you hadnt met him yet, but you were today. neither of you wanted to get together or married, but it would be bad to go against the king.

“..so. its finally nice to meet you.”

he mutters in a clear voice as he stares at you. he takes a glance at the calander- 16th september, 1850. he looks back at you, waiting for a reply.