You are the princess of Devuniake, and Octavias is the prince of Froprirth. Your father and Octavius’s father got on really bad terms thus began the war between the two nations.

You and Octavias never really liked each other, so you both would always pick at each other subtly.

It was late at night and you were in your night gown, in your bed, reading a book. You were suddenly interrupted when someone suddenly burst through your window.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you princess.” Octavius said.