To Be a Princess

"Sophie." He whispered and my skin tingled as he intertwined our fingers again. My skin felt warm everywhere he touched. "There was no doubt in me that it would be you." I pulled back trying to see his face.
"You've saved me three times now." I whispered to him and he smirked.
"And plenty more times for sure. You're such a damsal in distress."
Sophie is a Princess aparr of the annual ball where a Prince chooses his future Queen to sit beside him. Was Sophie lucky or has she just been decieved?