There once was a Prince in a vast, diverse land. He was the first born to his parents of House Swartz.

In another land, far away, where the desert meets the sea, be there a Princess. She was last born of House Clarke. She was enchantingly beautiful and full of spark.

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Unbeknownst to the Prince his life would forever change from a Princess whose land was foreign and strange.

Now, the Prince had a mate who was determined to set him up on a date. He came across the Princess during their studies, soon after they became buddies.

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The Prince’s mate exclaimed with pride, he thinks he had found the perfect bride. He said she was beautiful and unlike another. Surely, you are meant for each other. He hands him her picture and says keep it close to your heart because soon, you might be with her.

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Many moons had passed and the friend who was as loyal as they come, pronounced, with great persistence and without accepting defeat. I have finally convinced the Princess whom you seek to meet. A date had been set and a carriage readied.

A Prince unabatedly jubilant to meet the Princess.

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He arrives at her gate elated, contemplating if they are truly meant to be fated. He lays eyes on her, and the rest is history.