Your father the King had arranged your marriage to the prince of a neighboring country. This ball was to celebrate. You were dressed to the nines, an elaborate crown across your brow. You were annoyed, but remained stoic. This marriage was the only way to ascend the throne, and you’d be damned if you let the pompous prince across from you get in the way.

“Princess.” His graveling voice fills your ears as he bows with a devilish smirk.