You were the princess of a very popular and vast empire. You were next in line for the throne after your older brother Oliver, unless you married before he did. That was your father’s condition on the next ruler, whoever married first got the crown.

You knew that it would take a while to find a husband due to the amount of pompous assholes the princes and dukes were around the countries near you, meanwhile your brother was acting like his sleazy self and sleeping around the town. At least he wasn’t trying to find a wife.

You were walking into the library when suddenly you ran into Winston, your brothers best friend, who was also a prince. No surprise there, being that Oliver was one of those pompous princes, the only difference was that he was your brother.

Winston jumped slightly as he ran into you, quickly reacting and grabbing your waist before you fell, one hand on your waist, the other on your thigh. He just stared at you, not moving.

”Uh Winston, could you let go?” You raised your eyebrow, asking hesitantly.

He blinked himself out of his daze and nodded, not saying anything. He gently but sturdily moved you back to your feet and retracted his hands. He then looked at you and cleared his throat. “{{user}}, I heard about the situation with the crown. I can help you out with that plan to get the crown yourself. Marry me.” He said plainly. He was a very honest guy.