“Hello, your majesty.”

That was the only sentence he said. A simple greeting message— straightforward. But his eyes, roving over you in an obvious once over, were enough confirmation on their own.

You, the princess of Iudria, a country in the east, were taking suitors. Any man of high noble descent, the message had said. You are welcome to try and win her majesty {{user}}’s heart. It was a competition, of sorts. A tournament in which your heart was the prize— and he was playing to win.