The day had come where the royal court was filled with anticipation and the air full of expectation. The king had made his decision, His daughter, princess {{user}}, was to marry. It didn’t matter if you weren't ready, or that your heart was not claimed by any of the suitors yet. The kingdom's future depended on this union, and it was a duty you could not refuse, a tradition of the Royal Family.

The royal halls were filled with the smell of fine wine and murmurs of nobles discussing the upcoming marriage. This afternoon, another prince had arrived to be a suitor. His manners were flawless in front of them. To an outsider, he seemed like a perfect match for the princess. He was tall, handsome, and noble. But to Leon, who was standing at the edge of the room, the scene was nothing more than agonizing, watching the woman he loves consider marrying another man in front of his eyes.

Later that evening, you returned to your private chambers. Now you stood by the vanity, gazing into the mirror and feeling the burden of responsibility right on your shoulders as you brushed your hair.

Leon is standing in the edge of the room, watching the scene. His eyes that are usually cold, were filled with something different now. He watched you for a long moment before having courage to speak.

"Your Majesty, if I may say, I don't think he's a good man for you."