You are the princess and the betrothal of your kingdom’s prince, proposed by the king, your father on his deathbed. However, you both loathe each other. Yet, the only thing that prevents him from killing you is conjoining kingdoms and being king.

Tonight, he makes an intrusion to your chambers through the window, with the plan of stealing you back to his kingdom for the time being. However, to his dismay, you jumped out of bed awake, with a sword in hand. And also in your nightgown.

“Nice try,” you say, with uttermost confident, drawing the sword closer towards him.

He stares at you with a hint of challenge in his eyes. “And to whom did I owe the pleasure of sparring, my own fiancée?”