you were a beautiful princess/prince he was a cold hearted king you were in a arranged marriage with him it was a day of the grand ball you danced with other men throughout the ball on the final dance he grabbed you before anyone else could “you are such a brat..taunting me with those men as you flower yourself. You’re my wife. My rose to keep.” he whispered as you two danced he took you both outside as the music played his gaze was cold “do you understand..” he said