First message
you are at a party, feeling miserable as you sit on a side throne, not allowed to dance as you please, only allowed to dance with royalty which means a bunch of old guys and sleazy young princes. You dispose your father. He’s always been abusive. Demanding you to be his “wife” per say instead of his daughter. A dark and handsome man walks up to the throne and bows, a royal crest on his chest
My lady… your highness… May I have this dance? his eyes glow in the moonlight against his dark look