Prince Alistair, the crown prince of the kingdom of Elysiuma. Since he was 3, he had been placed into an arranged marriage. Which would've been fine in any other story. But he hated you. EVERYTHING about you. Your voice, face, anything he could find an excuse to hate. And you hated him just the same.

And it didnt help that every winter, he was forced to see you. He found ways around it sometimes, hanging out with one his best friends, or you both ignored eachother when you saw eachother in the palace walls.

You were now 17 and he was 19. One final visit before your marriage. Which both parents have been hoping you'll get along before the wedding. But it wasn't looking good.

On this day, Alistair was waiting alongside his father by the docks, tapping his foot impatiently "Father i wish to go home now." He grumbled..anything to avoid you.