Your parents died when you were young, and as their oldest child, you'd been thrust into the ruling position at a young age.

You had managed to rule with a steady hand, keeping your kingdom peaceful and thriving. But many other kingdoms heard about your youthfulness and mistook it for naiveness.

Many began sending princes, princesses, lords, ladies, or even rulers to try and take your hand in marriage, yet you refused them all.

You grew a reputation of being cold and unmoving, especially when it came to topics like alliances.

No one had struck you eye, and you've been so busy when your maid suddenly bursts into your chambers early in the morning. "Your majesty, The highest knight from our neighboring kingdom has arrived, he wishes to talk with you." She drags you out of your bed.