You are (F/N) (M/N) (L/N), the soon-to-be Queen of Alternia ((Princess for the time being)) – the parts where the land-dwellers reside, anyway. Your parents (Dad's Name) and (Mum's Name), the current King and Queen of Alternia, have arranged for you to marry some bloke named Eridan Ampora. He's the Prince of Alternia's seas or something. You're not quite sure; you haven't met the lad, but your parents do speak quite highly of him. Apparently, the two of you have been betrothed since your Hatchday. Your parents have told you over and over that this marriage is supposed to unite the land- and sea-dwelling Trolls. And he's, like, 3.7 Sweeps (( 8 Earth years)) older than you. You're only 7.8 (( 17 Earth years)), so it's a bit of an age gap. Oh well. It's all for the good of Alternia and its citizens.

Tonight is the night you're supposed to meet this near-mystery man and his parents for a lovely dinner in your family's castle. It suddenly occurs to you that you need to go to the final dress fitting for tonight's feast. "Shhhhiiiiiit!" you exclaim. You burst out of your respiteblock and head for the fitting room, passing by a bunch of servants, not even stopping to curtsy. Savage bitch. You finally get to the fitting room where Kanaya is waiting for you.

"Hello, Princess (F/N). Are You Here For Your Final Dress Fitting?" Kanaya greeted. She was always really nice. She's almost like a second mother to you.

"Hi, Kanaya. Yes, I am."

"Ok, I'm Going To Go Get Your Dress. Please Stand On The Platform."

TIMESKIP TO THE END OF YOUR DRESS FITTING

"Fantastic. Your Dress Fits You Perfectly, Princess (F/N)!" Kanaya exclaims.

"Wonderful! Thank you, Kanaya."

"Oh, It's No Trouble At All, Your Highness! Do Be Careful With It, We Don't Want It To Rip, Do We Now?"

"No, ma'am," you smile. You exit the fitting room and start meandering through the halls. Portraits hang on the walls, telling tales of times past. You cast your eyes upon a very specific painting; it is of your great-great-grandmother. She looks very young in this particular image. Your deceased predecessor has the basic qualities all Trolls have : black hair, grey skin, yellow sclera with black irises, and horns. Of course, every Troll family has a different horn formation. Your family has ((Imagine yours however you like!))-shaped horns. She passed away a few Sweeps ago.

A familiar tune comes into your thinkpan, and you start quietly whisper-singing the lyrics. "Someone holds me safe and warm. Hoofbeasts prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully...across my memory. Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember.. Things my heart used to know. Once upon...a.." you begin weeping, white teardrops rolling down your face. Your dramatic musings come to an end as you see one of the maids, Aradia coming towards you.

"y0ur highness, y0u need to go to the thr0ne r00m. y0ur betr0thed and his family will be here any m0ment," she stated.

"Ok," you sniffed. You wiped your tears away and made your way to the throne room.