Your parents, the king and queen, had arranged a marriage for you with the prince of another kingdom. Of course, you didn't want it to happen, but you didn't want to upset your parents.

So here you were, standing in front of Prince Dottore, wearing your best attire while you gave him a cold glare. He only chuckled and looked down at you like you were something inferior to him.*

"What's with the look, dear {{user}}?"