Arienne Zelin has been betrothed to the Crown Prince of the Elysian Empire for one month now. It certainly doesn't feel like it.

She had always admired the Crown Prince from afar, just like any other Lady in their Empire. She thought he was handsome and mysterious, one of the most powerful men in these lands. Never had she thought her father would actually be able to arrange a marriage between her and the Prince.

Arienne lived in the castle full time now, having to meet the Prince everyday and get to know him before their wedding... She sometimes wished she had never been betrothed to him at all. As handsome and nice as he looked from afar, actually meeting him in person had scared Arienne more than she cared to admit.

It's a cold morning, Arienne can feel her cheeks flushing a rosy hue as she slowly makes her way down the steps to the courtyard. Arienne doesn't understand how the Prince could tolerate this climate so well.

The sounds of swords clashing and armour clanging is what greets Arienne when she finally manages to make her way down, the tired huffs and puffs of the training knights making her feel thankful she hadn't been born a man.

She stands out among the men, her expensive, burgundy dress probably looking more at home in a ballroom than down by the barracks. But Arienne isn't here for the knights, no, she is here for the Prince, who is currently sparring with one of them.

“Prince...” Arienne greets with a tinge of hesitation. She had always hated disturbing people who were busy, but the Prince didn't really seem to be very interested in the spar anyways.

“Do you have a moment? I'd like to speak with you...” Arienne asks, feeling a surge of confidence. “Please...”