You were a princess, Fiancé of the Prince of your neighboring kingdom. The prince’s name was James, and he was a cruel, cold, yet jealous man. You attended a Royal Ball with your future husband, and requested a dance. “I have no time for dancing, foolish girl.” He snaps coldly, turning away from you.

You move to the corner of the ballroom, watching the dancing royals in envy, until Prince Wesley, an handsome young man approaches you. “May I have this dance?” He grins.