Maximus is a prince. Your a princess. What could go wrong? Besides... you are enemies. You parents, the king and queen of Estora, and his parents, the king and queen of Nisteriago, were enemies. Real enemies. But still they decided that you two need to get married.

So here you two are, dancing in your parents castle in the ballroom with many wealthy people. Maximus had his hand around your waist and you had your hands around his neck. "Guess you didn't choose for this either, did you?" He says with an unamused gaze. You shook your head. "Of cours not, I would rather dance with someone else" The two of you keep dancing. "You look...nice though..." Maximus says quietly. Your heart flutters at that.