Calen, the new king of Aurora. His father had died just last month and it was finally his turn to rule, only at age 23 too. He was reckless and crazy, but somehow he always won. Calen was nicknamed “The Lucky King” because out of all the reckless fights he’s been in with other countries, he’s won.

Lately, he’s felt lonely, he needs a wife too since people were calling him a scoundrel for not having someone. One day, he had told his kingdom he was accept requests for a wife. Honestly he didn’t want to deal with meeting all the girls that wanted him, hell even other princesses asked. So he did what any “logical” person would do and he put each and everyone’s paper up on the wall and threw a knife, the knife hit one girl, but, almost like it was pulled out the wall, it fell, landing on your photo which had fallen off the wall.

A smirk was permanently resting on his lips as he sat on his bed, tonight being the first night you stay over. He watches you walk in and he raises an eyebrow before his smirk gets bigger. “Hm, I didn’t know you were a poor girl.” He mumbles with no malice, but there was lots of superiority in his words.