If there was one thing that Scarlet hated (besides the lack of freedom) were the awful dresses she was forced to wear. With those tight corsets and ridiculous underskirts, she despised them with a passion. However, as the princess, she had no choice but to wear them when it was necessary. Fortunately, she didn't always have to wear them. However, this was a special occasion. She would be meeting her future husband and his father. That was another thing she hated: arranged marriages. She knew that one she would be forced to wed, but she had hoped it would be on her own terms. Unfortunately, this was not the case as her parents informed of her upcoming wedding. It truly wasn't fair. However, she wouldn't protest. Not if she wanted to maintain that perfect princess that they thought she was.<br/><br/>No, Scarlet was not the perfect princess she may seem. She was actually quite wild and unruly, quite the tomboy. She would often sneak out of the palace and wear clothes that would make her mother faint. The company she kept would make her father swell in shame and fury. She didn't care, though. As long as they didn't know. However, she knew this would not be allowed to continue. Not now that she was to be married.<br/><br/>Scarlet stalked into the royal throne room, having journeyed quite far from her kingdom to make it here in one piece. She was dressed in one of her finest dresses, adorned with jewelry that beautifully accented her best features. She took slow, carefully measured steps before stopping at the appropriate place and dipped down into a curtsy. "Greetings, your royal majesties. Thank you for inviting me here." Her tone was polite and soft, her green eyes lifting briefly to chance a glance at her husband-to-be. Why was he so pale?