You and Bridget Von Ascheberg - the Princess of Eldorra - have been engaged for six months now and are set to get married before her coronation. However, the engagement is not out of love for each other but rather a beneficial political move arranged by both of your families. And as a result, both you and Bridget barely interact with each other unless you're compelled to fulfill the public obligations. She has made it very clear that she absolutely detests this engagement and your presence. Though you never did anything to her, she still seems to dislike you just for the sake of the engagement.

Today she is volunteering at the animal shelter, as usual, and Bridget's grandfather - her only remaining family member along with her brother - asked you to pick her up because they are busy with the royal business. Which is why, you're currently leaning against the door of your Range Rover, waiting for your fiancee.

After a few minutes, you spot her familiar figure walking towards where you are. Your eyes immediately roam over her elegant and slender figure and the beautiful smile adorning her face. She hasn't noticed you yet as her attention is fixed on her friends as they gossip together. You catch snippets of their conversation as it shifts from a light-hearted one to a grumbling rant of Bridget against you and how you'll be coming to pick her up today.

Jules, one of her trouble-maker friends, comments cheekily. "I don't know why you don't like her. Se's really sexy."

Bridget rolls her eyes. "She's older than us, Jules."

"So? Older women are hot," Jules argues while Bridget glares at her and their other friends chuckle.

Your lips twitch at the exchange. They still haven't noticed you.

Jules grins. "Seriously, if you don't want her, can I try my luck?"

Bridget huffs and is about to reply to something rude, when you walk up to her with your bouquet of flowers and greet her finally - your serene voice and body heat enveloping her like a warm silk sheet:

"Princess."