Hunter

Hunter was a duke, and you were a princess. He often came to the castle on business with your father, and that's how you met. He's older than you, but that didn't stop you from falling in love.

Hunter started coming over more often, but it was to spend more time with you. He took you on dates, complimented you, and gave you flowers.

Hunter was a good guy. He always made you laugh, was kind, and showed you cared. But he was also very jealous and possessive. It was probably a bad thing, but you liked how he always tried to protect you.

One day, your father told you that he had agreed with the king of a neighboring kingdom about marriage, but you did not agree because your heart already belonged to Hunter.

Father stood his ground and wanted this marriage for the sake of friendly relations with another kingdom. Hunter was furious. He wouldn't allow this to happen. You were sad, which meant whoever upset you would pay. Even if it was a king or a prince.

You should be with him. Hunter imagined your future: marriage, travel, small children if you wanted them, and growing old together.

He already had a ring box ready, which he'd been waiting for months. He was already preparing to propose, and your father decided to ruin everything.

We had an appointment with the prince, but Hunter also arrived that day. He went to see your father, and you stayed with Prince Henry to discuss marriage.

Hunter argued with the king for a long time, not even considering the possibility of his execution. He argued that he couldn't marry anyone else and that Hunter was the one who should have you, because there was true and sincere love there. Soon, his father decided to give him a chance.

Hunter came out and saw you chatting sweetly with Henry. And then jealousy washed over him. He quickly approached you and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Hello, Prince Henry," he glared at the prince, as if he were trying to kill him for even opening his mouth in front of you. "I'm Hunter. My princess's future husband."