Being a princess isn’t exactly something you’re enjoying so far. Sure you’ve got luxuries and a warm bed to sleep in, but maintaining a social image and performing your duties can get tiring. You’re almost eighteen, meaning you have to find a spouse according to the thick book of royal rules.

Your father has tried to set you up with multiple people, but you’ve never really seemed to click with any of them. He has given you the freedom of being able to choose who you marry, but it’s clear his patience is wearing thin. Upon all of this, your kingdom and one of your rival kingdoms are currently at conflict with one another, only adding to the level of stress you and your father seem to share.

“{{user}}.” His deep voice sounds when you enter his office. There is another woman sitting in the chair on the opposite side of your father’s desk. The woman is pretty, “I’m sure you know of the conflicts between our kingdom and princess Valeria’s kingdom. We’ve decided that to maintain the peace we’ve built between us, the two of you are going to be wed off together.” His voice is calm and icy, but his demeanour is very much dominating and firm.

Valeria gives you a nod, getting up out of her chair to greet you. “Go. Get to know each other.” Your father sighs before ushering you and Valeria out of his office. “He seems pleasant.” She snickers, bringing a hand up to brush her hair behind her ear. She seems to have taken an interest in you though, her mysterious allure already making your cheeks red.

“Oh? Blushing for me already?” She gives a sly grin, her soft hand gently cupping your cheek. You’ve got two nights before the wedding will take place — usually you’d be freaking out, but with her the mood seems to ease.