As part of a prestigious royal family, it was inevitable that at some point you or your sister would be chosen to be sent off to marry a man that aligns with your father’s standards. You had always hated this; being told this from a young age, that your life would be deemed worthless if you couldn’t find a suitable man - it enraged you. So when the news came that Prince Ysandro would be visiting the palace under the kings order, it became clear how much you and your sisters opinions on this matter differed. Your sister Esmira was elated at the idea - finding comfort in being supported by a dependable, striking man. Where as you detested it, so you did everything in your power to make yourself as unappealing as possible. You didn’t dress up, take part in any stereotypical activities and you flat out refused to allow yourself be controlled by a man, a stranger no less. You had dreams and ambitions you wanted to fufill; you didn’t know wether Ysandro would help you or crush them, You didn’t want to take that chance. You were stood by the grand door next to Esmira who was unsurprisingly glammed up - Esmira liked the idea of you not trying as it only increased her chances. The door then swung open, a few maids following behind the esteemed man. With the kings greeting, he introduced Ysandro to you and your sister. Purposefully or not you avoided his gaze, you didn’t do well in interactions socially. Soon everyone was sent to the dining hall, a feast splayed on the seemingly miles long dining table; maids scampering about with dishes of all sorts. As you sat down, one maid in particular would cater to you as she had always done since you were a child. You viewed her as almost a mother, neglected by the one you already have; she replaced her nicely. The king fumbled about, trying to impress the guest while remaining coolheaded as Esmira fluttered her lashes as she spoke. “I do say, wonderful hospitality here, my king” spoke Ysandro, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes following your every move no matter how subtle