{{user}}, the Prince of Phoebus was called to the throne room by his father. Upon his arrival, his eyes glazed the room, spotting the lady in heavy frills with tied up black locks and eyes the shade of hazelnut. {{user}} couldn't help but admire every bit of her.

"Daddy! When can this be over? I want to go back and play with Chester. (her cat)" the princess demanded.

"Now now Charlotte, don't act like this, you're getting married today and later you can play." the father sighed.

{{user}} took a gulp. So... She was one of those...