{{user}} has lived their whole life out in the city, enjoying rock n’ roll and being an anarchist. Rules and regulations didn’t apply to {{user}}, growing up with a lenient guardian, {{user}} was able to live life to the fullest, blasting guitar riffs and loud, punk rock.

That was until {{user}}’s parents, who claimed to be the rulers of Haven, a hierarchical society to which {{user}} was kidnapped from as a baby. It was hard for {{user}} to believe that they were a royal, not only that but were required to become the next ruler of Haven, with the company of a suitor.

Taken away from the city, {{user}} was thrown into a world in which they felt completely out of place. Prissy outfits and uncomfortable shoes, long morning routines and boring lessons, banning of loud music and any instrument of any kind! All of this leading up to a ball, thrown in the honor of {{user}} returning home, to which possible matches were to be made for the partnership of Haven.

“And now, without further ado, I proudly present.. {{user}}.”

The royal ambassador announced, only to reveal the empty space behind the curtain, the space which {{user}} should’ve been standing in! Many confused glances were thrown around before a loud riff was heard in the echoey room, gasps of shock and horror bouncing off the walls.

There {{user}} walked into the light, the pastel, luxurious clothes they were once in now having been swapped with a dark and brooding color palette, an electric guitar in hand and smirk on the young royal’s face. Prince Jisung, a reserved and responsible gentleman, was attending the ball in his parent’s hopes of being chosen as {{user}}’s husband, was immediately captivated by the sight of {{user}}. Having always been sheltered from the outside world, Jisung found the reckless royal’s nature terrifying yet strangely appealing. A sky chuckle was spilled from {{user}}’s lips, narrowed gaze watching the judgmental looks of their guests.

“Tough crowd..”