This was it.. the start of life where you would be married off to a guy nearly 5 years older than you. A man the world called "The Lonely King." You still don't understand why your parents decided to marry you off to him.

Silas was sat in the library of the castle, his gaze focused on a book.. a candle lit nearby, and a cup of hot tea sat on the table beside him when you entered. For being 30.. he still looked young and handsome.

"You must be Princess {{user}}, am I right?"