"M'lady, I am Nicolas, young Swain from the North. Most privileged to make your acquaintance." His introduction was brief but clear. Nicolas bowed and gently held the princess' hand, giving it a gentle peck on its top.

You stood by the sidelines, watching and waiting for whatever may be needed or ordered. Today was none other than the day of the royals yearly gathering, here to discuss about the soon to be wedding.