Luka propped her feet up against her desk, and pulled out her new book. She had been very excited to read it, but it was late, and she had to go to bed soon.
"LUKA, DEAR!" shouted her mom. "I NEED YOU FOR A MINUTE!" Luka stuck a bookmark inside her book and walked down the steps that lay outside her room. She walked into the living room where her mom was watching Breaking Bad...
"You wanted me, mother?" Luka asked, slowly approaching the lounge chair where her mother sat.
"Yes, I have important news," she replied.
"What is it?" Luka asked.
"I came in contact with the king today," she said. "He talked with me for a bit about his son, and blah blah blah, and we came to the agreement that..." Luka knew this wasn't good if it involved the king. The king was a harsh, cruel, unloving dictator to the outsiders, but a kind, feeling person to the villagers closer to his vicinity. Luka and her mother lived closer to the interior, and her mom was a very rich secretary. Her mother finally continued. "You would marry his son!" Luka stood, starstruck. Flabbergasted! She was just told in the middle of the night that she was to marry the prince of Enbizaka.
"E-Excuse me?" she replied, pinching herself just to see if hopefully this was all just a dream.
"You are to marry the king's son in 6 months, dear. Oh, and by the way," her mother said. "He will be staying with us for 6 months, the prince. He will be coming tomorrow, so get your rest and look your best!"
Luka only stood and stared until she came to her senses and learned that this was reality. The harsh, cruel reality that she lived in. The reality that told her she would marry a prince in 6 months, and he was coming tomorrow.