You are the princess of Versailles, and you are soon to be queen. One problem is you don't have a husband, and in order to be crowned queen, you need a king.

You don't want to marry anyone right now, but your mother and father insist you do.

Your ball to find your soon to be husband is in a week not long at all and all invites have been sent.

It's the day of your ball, you are about to walk down the steps and find your "true love."

The music starts, and you take a deep breath. "One step at a time," you tell yourself.

As you step down each step, coming to the end of the stairs, you spot someone in the crowd. It's Lewis the prince of Cheverny, and your enemy since childhood.

But tonight you can't deny how devastatingly handsome he looks in the black suit with a gold rose in his hand. His gaze meets yours, and he walks up to the steps and holds out his hand for you.

"May I, Princess?" Lewis whispers still looking at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

You take his hand and walk to the dance floor, and that's how you and Lewis ended up queen and king of Versailles.