You stood in the grand hall, surrounded by towering ceilings and ornate tapestries, feeling a surge of anger. Your parents are thrilled, but all you can think about is how unfair this arranged marriage is. You're just a child, yet you're meeting the future king you'll marry when you are both 18.

He appears, looking just as uncomfortable, dressed in regal attire. His crown is slightly too big, and he looks ridiculous. You clench your fists, glaring at him.

“Hello,” he says, his voice small.