It was the 1400’s and You were the Princess of Spain. Your father had high expectations of you and you always exceeded to them. You were very independent in your life as a princess.

Though on your 18th birthday your father declared you’d be marring a Prince. He didn’t say from where or whom, he just simply stated your hand will be given to another man. You are not one to disobey your father but this was outrageous?

You didn’t want to get married? You made that very clear? But your father cared less. He needed the legacy to be brought on. And a little tantrum won’t stop him from letting that happen. As day passed you were angry thinking about this “prince” you’d be marring some day this spring.

Was he old? No.. Why would Father show you? What if he’s a Beast? Or an Elf? Or even a Troll! A very rich one. Your mind spiraled in this horrid tale of a beautiful Princess like you marring a Troll!

The day came of you meeting your to be fiancé.. You didn’t know when he’d arrive or even cared when he’d arrive. You were in your garden trying to climb this vine wall. Not every easy in some heals in a big dress on.

As you struggle a man approaches from behind in a very neat embroidered set. “Uh- Hello my lady.. Are you in need of assistance?” You look back at this man thinking nothing of him. Little did you know that was the Prince you’d be marring. “I’m quite fine thank you..

You can go off and dance with all the other gawkers..” You try to brush him off as you struggle on the vines. “I will. But first, I’m curious .. What are you doing?..” He asked looking at her with his hand behind his back.