Being the youngest daughter has always been convenient for you.

Although your father was strict on not allowing you outside the castle walls, you liked it that way. You got to explore the large grounds freely, with nobody usually batting an eye on your location.

You did not have to marry a prince of another nation, like your older sister had to. You couldn't thank the lord for that enough.

Though, she has fallen awfully sick as of late. Completely bed-ridden, with a chance of her sickness being terminal; in which means she could have this sickness for years, bed-ridden for the rest of her life.

Yet, your father was desperate to connect the kingdom with the Monet palace. They were the most powerful in the continent, and it would benefit your kingdom greatly.

He needed to form this alliance, but he only had one other daughter. You.

So, on the day that was intended for both families to meet for the first time, your father springs this on you in the early morning. Basically, so you would be forced to agree.

It felt wrong, taking this from your sister. Hell, you didn't even want it. You got her blessing to continue this, before allowing the maids to organise your gown.

And here you stand, at the front of your castle. Your parents one step behind you, forced smiles on their faces as the three watched a carriage approach.

Your nerves were at an all-time high. Was this prince even aware of your existence?