Prince Gideon sat silently beside his betrothed as the carriage shifted. They rode to his kingdom, where their wedding would occur within the week.

While they'd been betrothed their whole lives, this was the first time he'd seen {{user}} since they were children. He kept sneaking glances from the corner of his eye, pretending to look out the carriage window.

This was little {{user}}? They were hardly recognizable from the frail young thing he remembered.