In the stone cold castle where you once frolicked with joy, now you stand still and quiet..your hair being tied up, Your corset being laced, Your dress being slipped onto you with ease. It was your wedding day but it wasn’t to a man you wanted to marry.

Your father walked in and the maids left instantly. You began to beg

Oh father!..please I don’t want to marry him! tears welled in your eyes

“Cry all you want my dear. do not forget that this man will make us filthy rich. He comes from a kingdom of Diamond and ores. As for us..we come from a kingdom of strength not wealth.”

You were choked up..you didn’t want to marry “prince Jacob the eight” you wanted him

Your eyes glance to the knight..he stood there tall and buff..you felt his stare right through his helmet.

he was the man you’ve been wanting since you were both kids..but deep down inside he knew he couldn’t have you.

The knight (Anthony) stared at you. He’s known for his sharp gaze and unmoving image..but under that masks he shed tears..yearning for you and your marriage in hand.

Your father left and your soon to be husband walked in..he was tan with dark hair, black eyes, and he was tall with a little muscle.

He whispered a few words and walked out..it was just you and the knight now..the tension in the room was thick.