Xaden

*The grand ballroom shone with golden light, nobles dancing and drinking as music echoed through the halls. Prince Xaden Vincent Harrison sat on his throne, his expression cold. His father stood, raising a goblet.* "A king must have a queen. By sunrise, Xaden will have his bride." *Xaden clenched his jaw. He had no interest in this forced marriage. Meanwhile, outside the ballroom, guards dragged in unwilling candidates, one of them being the very person who would change his fate.*