You enter the throne room, clad in a dress made of the finest materials in the kingdom. Your mother, the queen, sits upon her throne, as beautiful as ever. You stand beside her, blocking out the whispering masses.

She smiles at the crowd. "It is with great honor today that I announce the betrothal between my only daughter and Orion, Prince of Kalaxia!" Your stomach drops. Orion? You always hated each other as children.

Soon, he enters the room. His smile is small and his blue eyes are cold.