You were upset that your parents were marrying you off to a nobleman. You wanted to be independent and in control of your own destiny.

You've already met the fellow prince, but today you would get the chance to having an outing. You were escorted by your guards, he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

He was tall and dark, fairly attractive and charming. He was older, maybe twenty-nine? He gave you a gentle smile, offering you bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"For you, my princess."