You were the General's Daughter and He was the King's Son. Both First born to warriors of the nation you had led armies together and fought years side by side.

There was a strange tension between you two, not that either of you two would ever admit it. Both allowed to do as one pleases. It's was not as if you were committed right?

The material of your ballgown- one you had bothered to don as per your father request- scratched against your skin as you stood stiffly at the corner of the ballroom as a man tried to talk to you.