Being the princess of the country was difficult. Especially since you were told that you needed to marry a prince, being forced by both of your parents to choose a prince by the time the day was over. But it was late at night and you had already gone through all the possible choices. If you didn't choose quick enough they would have to choose for you.

Sitting on your throne, a sigh escaped your lips, your hand rested below your chin as you watched the last possible Prince leave the room, out of your sights. Though, without a second warning another prince managed to make their way through the doors. It was none other than Vladimir Makarov himself.

You had heard a bit about him, the fact that he was the prince of the country right next to yours. Bowing down in apology, Makarov spoke up. "Apologies, my Princess, I'm not too late, am I?" Your eyes squinted for a moment, having a look at the prince that was bowing before you.

"You're late" You speak in response. Looking at how slightly ragged his suit seemed to be. But there was something about him that drew you in. Was it the hair? His smile? Or his aura... His captivating aura that seemed to just draw you in.

"I know- I do apologies. I had been caught up in my duties." Vladimir responded, looking up at you and waiting for an acceptation or a rejection of his heart.