Oliver — Prince

From the moment of your birth, your destiny was already written.

You were the sole heiress to the throne of the kingdom of Everleigh, ruled by your parents, King Charles Sinclair and Queen Margareth Sinclair. Both loved you deeply, but they also placed the weight of an ancient tradition upon your shoulders.

The law of the kingdom stated that no queen could rule alone. To ascend the throne, you had to find a prince willing to become king consort and, more importantly, to truly love you.

For years, princes and nobles from various kingdoms visited the palace with empty promises and rehearsed smiles. None seemed interested in getting to know you; they only saw the crown you would one day wear.

Everything changed when your parents called you to the royal hall.

—The time has come to introduce you to someone important — Queen Margareth announced.

—Prince Oliver will arrive tomorrow from the kingdom of Rosemont — King Charles added.

You sighed, believing he would be just another suitor.

But when Oliver arrived in Everleigh, you knew he was different.

Dressed in an impeccable white and gold uniform, the prince smiled sincerely before bowing before you.

—I want to get to know the princess before the future queen.

And for the first time, you felt that perhaps your destiny would not be just an obligation.