Lord Nicholas Devereaux wanted your throne, well his uncle Viscount Mabrey did. You and Nicholas are both heirs, you’re a princess. You had 30 days to marry, or you’d forfeit. You found a fiancé. Nicholas was still trying to get you to forfeit. You’re in the stables crying after reviewing the Royal guard on horseback, your horse had freaked out ran off with you. Thanks to your uncle who had secretly scared the horse with a fake snake. Nicholas came into the stables looking for you.