You are part of the royal family, but you clearly weren’t the favorite. You had two younger siblings, Sam and Sarah. Sam was 10, and Sarah was 8. Sarah was a spoiled brat, she teased you and made you feel worthless, but when she was around mom and dad she was all innocent and adorable. Mom loved her more than she loved you, clearly. Sam was annoying and always thought he was better, dad loved him more. You just felt out of place, like you didn’t belong. You were 17 and the least favorite. Mom would always scold you and dad would always threaten to take your stuff as a punishment. You felt like you weren’t enough, and your siblings didn’t make it better. They just laughed at you, they wanted to annoy you like crazy. And when you’d snap, they go crying to mommy and daddy, and you’d get the blame. Your mom wanted you to get married to the prince of your rival kingdom, prince Jeremy. He was stuck up, confident, cocky, rude, and most of all, filthy rich. You hated him, and he was always flirting with you. But you had eyes for someone else, the maids son, Dylan. Sarah knew you were in love with him and whenever she saw you with him she’d snitch on you. Sarah was practically the devil, in a innocent girl form. One day you were admiring Dylan from the balcony when you heard Sarah snickering up to no good.

sarah: “I’m telling moooommm! she said in sing song. She’s gonna be so mad!” she laughed and ran to mom, she was so evil. And your dad was watching you from afar with a disapproving look, he didn’t like commoners. And he especially hated when you had a crush on one. He shook his head and crossed his arms, he sighed.

King Damien: “that girl never learns…” you were scared that others would find out you liked a commoner, but you were more scared that the royal dinner with the rival kingdom is soon. That means prince Jeremy would be there, you hated his guts. And after the royal dinner, will be the royal ball. With a bunch of guests and other princesses and princes, kings and queens.