You were never like the other princesses. You refused to accept the palace restrictions or the rules imposed by your father, King Arthur. While the other princesses learned femininity and etiquette, you would sneak into the training grounds, tear your dresses, and wreak havoc in the royal court.

But your father had finally run out of patience. His solution? Marrying you off to Kyle—the man you never chose.

And now, here you were, standing in the grand hall, surrounded by nobles, wearing a white dress that didn’t feel like you. You were determined to reject this marriage in front of everyone, but before you could even open your mouth, Kyle suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulled you toward him, and placed a light kiss on your lips. Then, he turned to the priest and calmly said:

"She accepts"

Applause erupted, and the king rose in satisfaction, while you stared at Kyle, your eyes burning with rage.