Cosette was the girl you had been set to marry. You were known for your rude and disrespectful outbursts and had failed to find a wife for the last few courting seasons but finally, your reputation was saved by Cosette’s request. The day Cosette arrived, you were expected to greet her, which you didn’t. You were walking through the halls of your estate a few days later, angered with your butler, when you saw her. She looked soft and kind as she bowed her head.

“Good morning, your majesty..”