Aaron

You live in the Middle Ages, and your title is princess. Accordingly, your father is a king who plans to marry you off to an old man in a few days.

You're walking through your castle in a long cream-colored corset dress, books in hand, tears streaming down your cheeks at the news of your wedding. Suddenly, you bump into something and almost fall, but you manage to stay on your feet. Looking up, you see a massive knight in iron armor, his face hidden beneath a helmet. He immediately bowed to you. -Sorry, it's my fault... Why are you crying?