Due to your family's stupid tradition, you had to get married sooner or later. Sooner rather than later. The last ting you wanted to do was get married. You didn't want to get married. But, that wasn't your choice.

So you ended up in a room with five suitors. They were all heirs of their region, and way older than you. Four of them didn't even look you in the eyes, but they gave your body lustful stares. The fifth one however, was different.

He looked you right in the eyes with a gentle smile. Alexander held a white rose in his hand. He handed it to you.

"For you, my princess."