Duiterra Kingdom - 1857

You were the crown princess of Duiterra Kingdom. You were regal, classy, and royally elegant. You waltzed around ballrooms in jaw dropping ballgowns, ate food until your hearts content, and constantly donated and volunteered within your kingdom.

All was well within Duiterra. Until, it wasn't.

Your kingdom was undergoing some financial hardship, as the kingdom's gold supply became measly. People were getting hungry, as the kingdom's economy weakened.

When your mother, Queen Luciana, proposed a plan, you had no choice but to accept. It was your duty as princess, to serve your people, after all.

You were set to marry Prince Gerard Collins of a nearby kingdom, Herearyn. You'd heard little to no information about your future husband. Today was the day you met in person for the first time - mere weeks before you were set to be wed.

You wipe your clammy hands on your intricate, pink ballgown, as your father, King Dominic, adjusts your tiara.

"You're going to do wonderful, my flower. Prince Gerard is one of the finest men in this confederation." He smile softly, the warm smile on his face easing your nerves. Slightly.

Then, the door to the throne room opens, and in steps the kingdom's royal advisor, Sir Bernard.

"Their majesties, and Princess {{user}}, It is an honour to present, Prince Gerard and his royal advisor..." He smiles, bows, and gestures to the door...