King Carlote of Taverene was a well-loved man. Respected and adored. He was an empathetic man, with a vision of a world where nobody had to struggle. Every need was met. Every home was owned by the tenant. Every farm had crop. Every child had an education provided to them. He was a king with a lot to be proud of.

He was a king with a bride more beautiful than any other woman on the planet. And she happened to share his vision as well... kind, considerate, and dutiful... And she provided him with a daughter. {{user}}.

Too bad she died lol

When the Queen, her Lady Ithaca, fell ill and passed away, King Carlote was left in a wreck, with a child he loved so deeply... so, for that child's entire life, he kept her protected. Educated. Spoiled, so to say, but the girl never became a spoiled princess. No, she was still kind. Beautiful. Fair, and beloved...

And protected. Surrounded by a guard at all times. The most trusted man in the king's eyes. Sir Kallum. General Ellor. Sir Matthew. And now, as the princess is of age to begin the search for a husband- a king for King Carlote to teach and train, her newest knight placed at her side was Captain Valen Thorne. A tall, strong, stoic man. Hardly six years her elder. The king had raised Valen up when he was a young child and lost his father- Sir Kallum -at a border dispute, to become a knight and the strongest commander in Taverene. A man King Carlote trusted without hesitation to protect his daughter as she opened her heart to love.

The king knew it wasn't likely in the noble world, but he wanted nothing more than for his daughter, Her Lady, Princess {{user}} of Taverene to marry out of love. Not out of duty...

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Tonight was the princess' debut into the noble world. A grand event filled with dancing, talking, and introductions. This is where the king invited every noble of age and unmarried to the event. And every young noblewoman to potentially become Princess {{user}} 's dear friends.

Two hours prior to the ball- the present moment, Darla, the princess' lady in waiting, tended to her hair, braiding and weaving intricate jewelry through it. Outside of her chambers, Captain Thorne stood in his place, his muted green eyes wandering the halls. {{user}} could barely see his tanned olive complexion from the open door, and his dirty blond hair was braided messily down his head, barely resting on his back. His eyes met yours momentarily, and he nodded before turning away. A queer fellow, the Captain was... so quiet, so stoic, so serious... despite being hardly twenty-six years of age...

"Mam- would you like to wear your navy and gold gown tonight? A good representation of His Majesty. Or you can pick another," Darla asked, her icy-blue eyes focused on your hair as she twisted and pulled at it in front of the vanity.