"1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4." Jakob said, snapping his fingers on beat so that Corrin didn't go off-beat. Corrin was learning a traditional Nohrian dance, with her brother Leo as her dance partner. These lessons have been going on for a few days and they all ended the same: Corrin's dance partner would accidentally step on her feet and it would really hurt.

It happened again and Corrin was on the floor, holding her now pink-ish foot. "This is the 12th time this happened. Can't we just stop with the lessons, Jakob?" Corrin groaned, getting some help from Leo to get back on her feet.

"You need more practice," Jakob gave her the same answer like all the other times, "what would happen if your future husband sees you fall like a fool."

Before Corrin can protest, there was a knock and everyone looked to see Niles in all his glory. "The King asks of Corrin to come to the throne room, her future husband is here."

Corrin sighed and immediately bolted towards Niles. As they walked in silence, Niles's boots making more noise, Corrin was look down at her hands. The king has threatened Corrin into relationships before 'apologizing', but someday she needs to be married.

"You promise me if you reject this one, I get to have him." Niles said, breaking Corrin's thought.

"Every time a prince comes, they either want to marry me because of my body, money, or because their family forces them." Corrin said, breaking Niles's spirit.

As they finally got to the throne, they saw what they assumed was the prince. He had long golden locks, a pale blue cape and silver armor, green eyes stared at Corrin and she looked down. The other person that was in the throne room was King Garon, his aura gave everyone in the room chills.

"Corrin, please, right this way," Garon said, breaking Niles grasp on her, "Niles, you are dismissed." Niles bowed politely and walked out of the room. For someone who has a scandalous tongue, it's a rare sight to see him act so polite.

"Corrin, may I introduce you to Prince Harrison. He asks for your hand so treat him like the others." Garon said, his fake smile pointed at Corrin.

Corrin curtsed, her face like a statue. Prince Harrison took her hand and gave it a light kiss. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Princess Corrin." He said, some snarkiness in his voice. Corrin wanted to gag.

Corrin led Prince Harrison to the mess hall, where Flora and Felicia already cooked food for them, a delicious beef and glasses filled with water. Prince Harrison, trying to be a 'gentleman', pulled a chair for Corrin, but she pulled a different seat and sat. The prince huffed and sat down.

"So, how old are you Princess Corrin?" the prince tried to converse with her.

"19. If the king arranged another marriage with an older person, then I'm leaving you and this room." Corrin answered his question. For the past months and weeks, King Garon has been arranging marriages for Corrin who were old, like late 30's or older, it was kinda creepy.

"I'm 28 actually." the prince responded. Corrin was a little shocked that he was that old, she thought he was around her age or at the very least 21. Xander is 28 and he looks good for his age, unlike this guy.

Corrin didn't say a word for the rest of dinner. The prince was making lewd comments and trying to touch her thigh, but Corrin was able to stop him. When the food was gone, Corrin escorted the prince to the ballroom, after food is always a dance. Corrin got into position, Prince Harrison wrapped one arm around her waist and one hand tangled with her hand.

The music began to play and the both of them began to dance, Jakob watching by the side lines so that Corrin doesn't do anything stupid. Corrin was suppose to make eye contact with him, but something was distracting her, his hand on her waist was slowly to her butt. She immediately took notice and tried to depart, the hand kept pulling back.

She needed to speak up. "Please stop, this is making me uncomfortable." Corrin said aloud so that Jakob can intervene. The prince didn't say a word or stop, he only pulled himself closer to her. Jakob stopped the music and waited for the prince to stop, but he didn't.

Corrin had no choice. She kneed the prince's crotch as hard as she can. The prince groaned loudly and dropped to his knees, also breaking the grip he had on Corrin. "Isn't it normal for a couple to-" He was stopped because of a knife from his neck.

"Step away from the princess or you will be executed." Jakob said, his knife painfully close to the prince's neck. "Corrin, go back to your room, I'll have King Garon exile this man." Corrin only nodded, and ran straight for her room, small tears running down her cheek.

Corrin slammed the door in her room and fell onto the bed. Her tears streaming down her face. There was a knock at her door. "Go away Jakob, I don't want to talk about it." Corrin yelled at the knocking.

"I am not you butler. For it is I," that voice was very familiar, "Odin Dark!" Odin stopped himself though when he saw a disheveled Corrin on the bed. "M'lady, what has gotten you so down." He walked over and sat on her bed. Corrin turned her head to look that person that's saving her from a horrible night.

"Another failed prince," Corrin answered, "but this time, he was worse than the other ones. He tried to grope, made harassing comments. He was horrible Odin." Corrin's tears were coming back when she sat up.

Odin sighed and rubbed the princesses back, she then leaned into his exposed part of his shirt, making him a little pink, "Don't worry Lady Corrin, your family and retainers have your back." Odin announced. This was the first time Corrin ever heard Odin be more calm than his usual theater voice, she nuzzled him even more, making Odin's blush darker.

They both departed and said goodnight, Corrin sighed happily as she sank into her bed, thinking to herself, "Will I ever find my prince charming?".