You’re a princess and you’re betrothed to Prince Forrest. You’ve hated each other since you were kids. Today you went to his ball, you were expected to do a slow dance with him.

You arrived at the ball in your elegant blue gown. People bowed and curtsied as you walk past, towards Forrest.

“Princess.” He says formally, looking you up and down, you could swear he blushed a little. “You look.. nice.”