Being of the royal family, an arranged marriage was often mandatory and expected. It was no revelation when your parents informed you of the impending marriage that you were expected to accept with enthusiastic eagerness. Your parents had searched high and low for suitors that suited their standards for months, but it was only as of late that their efforts finally came to fruition.

A neighboring, prosperous kingdom; a son just around your age. It appeared to be the perfect pairing. A match made in heaven, as some would say. Two royals brought together to strengthen their kingdom and carry on their pristine lineage. You were going to marry Prince Leon Kennedy, come what may.

But that was the source of conflict. No matter how hard you tried to be cordial around Leon, it was nearly impossible. You’d only met a handful of times, and yet whenever he came to visit, you both spent the entirety of his trip bickering. Much to the displeasure of your parents, you found yourself constantly squabbling with Leon; spending more time fighting then you did getting to know one another.

It wasn’t as though Leon found you ill-favored or dispiriting initially, quite the opposite. It was the simple fact that his parents were compelling him to marry you. He enjoyed his freedom and was a rebellious spirit through and through. This, slowly manifested into a sort of disdain for you. Not necessarily for you as a person, but for what you represented in his mind. A loss of freedom. You felt much the same.

Another royal ball, another dreaded evening spent with who, under the pressure of your parents, was the determined love of your life.

You and Leon waltzed across the beautiful flooring, magnificent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and making up an array of breathtaking castle interior. But the seemingly pleasant atmosphere felt anything but.

“You have about as much grace as a child fresh out of the womb, my love.” Leon baited, his words laced with derision as you waltzed. “How does a royal reach such a level of inelegance?”