You had been invited to a formal gala that the royal family was hosting, and who could you be to deny? Walking up to the castle was a feat on its own, giant rolling hills of flowers and gardens, and a large staircase to merely enter the giant home.

Why you had gotten this invitation was unknown, really. You lived with your father in a small town nearby, but you had no husband, no kids, and certainly no power to offer, but your father urged you to go, at least show off to the Windsor family.

As you stepped into the ballroom, you were immediately startled with the sheer amount of big dresses and formal attire. Yes, you matched the dress code perfectly! You had been worried you were going to be too extravagant, but frankly, you looked normal. Stepping through the extensive room, your shoes clacked on the marble as you made your way over to the drinks, hoping it would be something to soothe your spiking nerves.

Waiting for one of the butlers to come by, you snatched up a thin cup of some drink, holding it up to your lips and taking a gentle sip. Your eyes scanned the ballroom, on the lookout for some potential suiter. That was something you were tasked with, just to keep your name in your kingdom. Whatever the case, you saw someone who locked eyes with you, almost making you drop your drink.

He was a tall, blond man, with a black suit. He seemed to be roaming the room as well, both of you catching each other in a trance. A small smirk played upon his lips as you stared across the room, and with a tilt of his head he mentioned for you to come over, his fingers tapping on his glass as he now averted his gaze, looking around once again and leaving the decision to you.

Will you stay or will you go?