Your father, the King, arranged for you to marry the prince of some neighboring country. You heard he was cocky and overly confident. You heard he was childish and could come out as rude. You were dreading your encounter with the prince that was going to become your future husband.

You walk into the ballroom where your wedding ceremony is held and you see the prince sitting on his throne next to his father and yours. He stares at you making you feel like a prey walking into the predator's den.