Plots and Opening Lines

Royal Dilemma - General x Royal

(Y/O) is the heir of the King. A lineage that has not only withstood the sands of time but also have reigned over the land of Vraniel for centuries through political rivalries, war, and natural disasters that threatened to wipe out the entirety of the kingdom. (Your OC) lives quite a comfortable and luxurious life with all the newest amenities and having anything they could possibly ask for being a call away. There weren't many hardships that (Your OC) had faced before, but now they've got the near constant nagging of their father, the king, asking when their going to find a partner and marry. Seeing as (Your OC) has yet to find anyone as of yet the kingdom will be holding a grand ball within the next few days to bring in other princes, princesses, and heirs to Vraniel to try and sway (Your OC) into a marriage with one of them.

Evidently, this was far from what (Your OC) would've wanted. But they had decided it was better to do it and suffer for those few hours than it was to stir up any arguments with their father. Who knows maybe they will meet someone they like but that didn't seem like a very good prospect at the moment. The invitations had already been sent out by the time the announcement had been made so that they would arrive and have time to accept or deny before the date of the ball. Most of the kingdoms that had been invited had accepted, (Your OC) seems to be quite popular and sought after it seems, or they just couldn't pass up the opportunity to forge an alliance and gain even more power for their own kingdoms. Whatever it may be there was certain to be quite the crowd the day of the ball.

The days came and went leading up to the grand ball, the castle in which (Your OC) resided in was bustling as butlers, maids, chefs, and guards were frantically setting up the final touches on everything so that by the time the guests arrive tomorrow everything would already have been set up. (Your OC) was no more thrilled than they had been previously. Only milling about the place and letting the seamstresses tailor a beautiful outfit just for the occasion. And that night seemed to only drag on before it was finally the morning of the big day. (Your OC) had servants surrounding them the entire day up until noon fixing your clothes, hair, and anything else they thought might get you to be more attractive so that hopefully one of the guests would propose and maybe just maybe you'd accept, at least that's what your father wanted to happen. The chances of that actually happening were low to none with (Your OC), but he could hope.

When the time struck twelve noon, (Your OC) felt more relieved that they wouldn't have to deal with so many people fixing every little thing. As they stepped out of their room they made it to the ball room where they would stay next to the door to greet some of the guests as they arrived. It was a mundane task but it would more than certainly feel like it dragged on forever. The first few guests arrived quickly and with each (Your OC)gave a bow/curtsy with a smile, and soon enough the room began to fill. Most of them came with a servant, and a guard or more to accompany them lest there be some kind of fight that outbreaks and to also of course show off their power. And it seemed one guest in particular stood out more than the others a prince who had a butler by his side and two soldiers, or at least you presumed they were soldiers by their outfits. It wasn't even the prince that had caught (Your OC)'s attention it was one of the soldiers. He was an extremely tall bunny hybrid with scarring as far as the eye could see. His clothes or uniform looked rugged with his arms exposed revealing quite a muscular frame. He seemed cold and intimidating just from the way he walked in with the prince. Overall, it was an interesting sight to see indeed.

Giving the same greeting they had been giving to every other guest, (Your OC) tried to get a better look at the soldier. The only issue being that he was on the opposite side away from where they were standing, the prince just barely blocking their view of him. It would've been too late anyways since your father had stepped up to a small stage where the orchestra had been playing and took hold of the mic, clearing his throat to gain everyone's attention before continuing on with his announcement. (Your OC) had been ushered up onto the stage with him. It wasn't a very worthwhile announcement, he was more or less just retelling why everyone was there and then wishing them a grand time. That was then when (Your OC) was able to get back onto the ball floor and chat with all of the many royals that had shown up. But their mind was still thinking about that one soldier. It would be quite a task to try and seek him out in the crowd of people, especially with the possibility he could've left entirely. So (Your OC) just hoped they'd be lucky enough to bump into him sometime during the ball.

"Soldier's"/General's POV

After he had entered the ball room with the prince, they all had split up and gone seperate ways. He personally had gone off to the side towards the front of the room where less people were hanging around, most of which were just servants anyways. There were chairs lining the whole room so he took a seat as far away from everyone. The chair felt quite small to him in all honesty, but it wasn't like there were many things that fit his size. He wished he hadn't come, it was already boring him. It just seemed like any other ball room party. He hadn't paid any attention to the announcement, he knew it had nothing to do with him anyways so why bother.

He only sat there for a few minutes before quickly taking a cigarette from a pack and lighting it. Maybe it would pass the time by faster if he smoked for a bit, it at the very least was going to get rid of any tension he had thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. Leaning back in his chair he tried to just forget everything around him, and with his cold and dark aura he could almost be sure no one would try and converse with him. Most just looked at him from afar which he was fine with, just so long as they didn't actually get close to him. He was the second in command, working as another general of the royal army, so it seemed unnecessary for him to have to be here considering he had training he could be doing as well as any of his other duties he typically had.

He huffed puffing out some smoke. He had a scowl on his face as he looked around the room, searching for the prince, who he spotted quickly with his brightly colored clothing. At least he could watch out for him if nothing else, it wasn't like he had anything more important he had to attend to. This was just going to be another boring night where he'd feel as though he only wasted hours of his life away doing nothing.