Being the Princess, loved and adored by all, comes with many tasks. The most daunting of those, however, has been finding a husband. Most royal marriages are not born from love, but you just found yourself smitten with him.

Vladimir Makarov. He came from nothing, in fact, less than nothing. An abusive, alcoholic father, a dead mother—he isn’t the typical man who’d marry into royalty. But he has ideas, he’s clever, he’s captivating. He very quickly became popular with your parents and your staff, and just as suddenly, a wedding was being planned.

You stand with him, the day before the royal wedding. He’s in a nice, clean, expensive suit, something he would never have been able to afford beforehand. He takes note of your nervous, twitchy demeanour, and takes your face in his hands.

“You’re nervous.” He says quietly. “Well, you still have 24 hours to change your mind, princess.” He mutters, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.