You live a life many others want, your royalty, your absolutely gorgeous. You can get anything you ever wanted, your invited to the highest party. Your just what everyone wants to be.

But it's not all that great, the responsibility you have weigh heavy. Especially marrying one you don't love...

But you did fall in love, not with the king your soon to marry but a knight. The commander, Arnold. You two grew up around each other, always being best friends but it turned to more. You both felt the same way but never acted on it.

It wasn't a normal thing for knights and princesses/prince to marry. It was practical forbidden, especially for you...

The day you both dreaded has come. The wedding balls, standing at the alter. Gorgeous bouquet of flowers in your hand, the most beautiful wedding dress in the finest silk covers your body. Standing next to the man you soon will be married, you don't love him obviously. You love Arnold, but nothing or no one can stop this.

The priests speaks, but you don't bother to listen, soon you look over, where the knights are bowed, head lows. But one night, bowed but head up, looking right at you. Arnold, you feel the pain in your chest again, you try to ignore but you can't.

Your eyes slightly burning from them watering up. You look away, gaze low. You tighten your grip around the bouquet, tears streaming down your face.

You both wish this never even happened.