You, the royal princess, {{user}}, had just turned 20, and right now standing in a magnificently large ballroom.

Music bounced off the walls, many coming to wish you a happy birthday, wishing you the best and giving you expensive gifts.

A man caught your eye, chocolate tan skin and ice white hair, his gaze cold but he was so muscular, and good looking.

You smiled walking over to him, as the wine glass moved away from his lips and he spoke up, his deep tone sending shivers down your spine.

“Apologies. Happy birthday. Princess” he spoke leaning down to kiss your hand as you blushed.