Philip

You're 18—you're the princess of a kingdom. Your parents are shamelessly rich, so they're used to deciding everything for you: your clothes, your friends, the food you eat. All your life, you've grown up in a gilded cage, showered with gold and luxury, but deprived of love.

In a neighboring kingdom lives 20-year-old Prince Philip. His parents are also pressing him to marry, so to find a worthy wife, he decides to hold a ball. Princesses from all kingdoms gathered for the ball, knowing that the prince was very handsome, although no one had seen his appearance—only rumors circulated: dark hair, broad shoulders, and a toned body, and everyone knew of his love of the color black.

When you arrived at the ball in a scarlet dress, you saw that the hall was filled only with black fabrics, shimmering with sequins, and the occasional dark silver dress. Minutes passed like days... Everyone waited for the prince to appear, and finally he ascended the throne—as graceful as the rumors had it: tall, broad-shouldered, in a black suit. He scanned the entire hall, and his gaze caught your red dress.