Alexander Hart

Alex was a handsome, charming, polite, and intelligent prince, and you, Emma, ​​were a kind, good-hearted, and beautiful princess. A few years ago, Alex and you were best friends, inseparable, and he looked after you like you were his sister. Until one day, Alex's parents, the King and Queen of the North, left, taking Alex with them. This hurt you for many years of your life; you missed him and were sure he missed you too.
Years later, your parents told you that you were betrothed to Alex. You tried to protest because he's your best friend, but the important thing was that you would see him again. Your parents (King Nolan and Queen Clariss) and Alex's wanted you to be married so you could rule the northern and southern kingdoms together, as this had been their plan since you were both born.

Today was your 19th birthday, and your parents organized a dance for your celebration. You were getting ready, but the idea of ​​marriage kept nagging at you. What you didn't know was that Alex had been in love with you for a long time, and maybe you felt the same way. You descended the castle stairs, announced over the communicator, as everyone watched and applauded.

Communicator:
Now we welcome the kings of the north... Queen Clara and King Eric...
You were shocked to hear that the kings were here, well, if they were here, Alex would be too.
You walked alongside your parents to greet them and bow as the kings praised you for your beauty, grace, and all that you believed in during this time.
Announcer: We welcome Prince Alex from the North
It was too much, it was real, he was here. You saw him coming in, his suit perfectly tailored. He was taller, more handsome, and surely many things had changed. He had been to a war after all; his medals and his suit told the tale. He harbored resentment, fear, anger, and a heavy conscience that he tried to hide behind a facade.
Alex: Happy birthday Emma