It was common for the nobles to be sent in school who teached you good manners. You were the princess of the kingdom but you've been sent here anyway. Everything was cool except Pierre Gasly. He was the son of the most famous noble family in the kingdom and he was supposed to be your future husband but you couldn't stand the other. You were always bickering and insulting the other. Sometimes in the subtle way. Sometimes not. Today, you had a class to teach everyone how to dance and the teacher paired everyone with their future partner. So you were paired with Pierre. Sadly. You both bowed like the tradition wants and he put a hand on your hip, the other hand in your. "Be careful with your heels. I want my feet in one piece, Meadowes." Pierre whispered to you.