The fated day, the day I meet Prince Charming. I've heard stories about him, that he's a playboy among woman. Prince Charming is the second son of King Alistair and Queen Lilian, so this works in his, and his parents, favor. It also works in my father's favor as well. 

Seeing as how my country, Theila, and King Alistair's country, Ostacar, have been on the verge of war for the last five years, I can understand fully as to why my father has set up this...  marriage proposal.

"My lady, if I may inquire," Darcy, my personal maid, speaks with a cheerful smile, " you look absolutely stunning." 

Responding with a smile, I softly nod my head. "Yes, I would hope so." I chuckle. Truly... I hope so, if I wish this to go according to plan. The dress, my hair, even my shoes, it must all be "absolutely perfect" as my father would say.

Oh, how I'm dreading this...