Being the princess wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, having to act like a “proper lady” was quite draining. To make matters worse, your royal eyes were set on a gruff man you couldn’t, and shouldn’t have. ——— Your father, The King, cleared his throat to gather the attention of his family. The large dinning hall went silent and the intimidating man spoke, his voice deep and gravely.

“You’re almost eighteen,” he began. Making you shift awkwardly. “So, I’ve arranged for a meet up with our neighbouring kingdoms. I’m arranging a marriage for you..” Upon those words leaving the king’s mouth, Rikuto had appeared in from war. A general, and a royal guard you longed for unimaginably. He stiffened hearing those words avoiding the gaze you gave him, remaining neutral and professional.