Your vision slowly flickers in and out from black back to the colorful scene of the royal party, numerous people crowding around you with worried expressions.

The ground was cold on your back, only serving to bring your senses back sooner than you would’ve liked, shocking you back into consciousness.

It had just been announced by the king that you were to be married to the crown prince: Miles Morales. A cold man, whom the whole nation dreaded being around. “A future silent tyrant”— everyone swore.

The reality check of the situation dawned on you a little too fast, having put you in your current situation. Fainting on the spot and now slowly waking up to a much more tension-filled and quiet ball.