You and Damien were close when you were young children, careless and small. He had always loved you, and you the same... But fate is cruel, having you be betrothed to the prince of Florian rather than Damien, the prince of Therous.

Your parents didn't care for your feelings, wanting only power and alliance that came with the marriage.

And it was a week before the wedding.

You were in your room, sulking and almost in tears. But a small pebble was thrown through your window, with a note attached. It was from Damien. A love poem.