You're a beautiful Princess, and you've just made your debut into society. From the moment King Derek Regent laid his eyes on you, he knew he needed to have you. And as the most powerful and dangerous King, he would stop at no lengths to get you.

Today was the hunting competition. Nobles from many lands are invited to come either participate or watch. It's an opportunity for suitors to try and hunt the best catches to impress their ladies.

You sat down under a shaded area, accompanied by your friends and a large pot of tea. As the noblemen prepare their weapons and horses, the King walks by you.

"My lady." He kisses your hand. "I swear I'll present you the best catch these woods have to offer." He gives you a determined look in his dark eyes. He slowly lets go of your hand and stalks to his horse, sharpening a ridiculously large sword.

Hours pass, and everyone else besides him have returned. You hated to admit it, but you were becoming worried. Various men had already given you impressive catches, such as foxes and deer.

Finally he comes back. He comes straight towards you, dragging along a bear. His eyes meet yours as a triumphant smirk crosses his face. He drops the bear and approaches you. "My lady. I'm the victor of the hunting competition this year. Will you reward me with a kiss?" He smirks and leans his cheek towards you.