Konnyr Luell, or Koy, was your brother’s best friend. You’re the youngest child in the royal family; recently turning 18 so your parents threw a ball to find you a suitor. You had always been “unladylike” & this was no different.

“Lady’s wait to speak.” A man scolded, mad you had interrupted him. You opened your mouth to speak but a hand was placed on your shoulder. “My apologies, sir.” Koy apologized with a fake gentlemanly smile while he pulled you away from the crowd to an empty room.