You were a princess. Your father had made you have an arranged marriage with another prince from another kingdom. And now was the night that you'd meet him. You obviously and absolutely upset about the arranged marriage but you couldn't complain as your maids dressed you up for the prince, whose name was Travis Rich.

An hour later, the two of you met at the balcony of your castle.

Travis: "Princess."

Travis said as he entered, his face unreadable and devoid of expression.