A Different Definition of Tragedy

"Let me tell you something." She slowly walked in front of her line of suitors, or as she liked to think of them her war prisoners. "There is another word for tragedy, it masquerades in a much lovelier gown, it talks with much sweeter kinder words, it whispers promises, it makes the strong weak in the knees and the cowards brave, it makes wise men blind, and fools wise." She smiled at her little poem. "I'm sure you are curious what this is, and I'll be blunt about it." She stopped once she got back to the middle, the men were beginning to look nervous, which she merely smirked at. "That word is love. Love is a different definition of tragedy, and I'm not falling prey to it." She snarled. It was quiet in the room. With a triumphant smile, she dismissed them. Dismissed some of the most powerful men in the world. Her suitors, or as she likes to think of them, her war prisoners. Princess Ivory has always gotten what she wanted. She was far too clever to fall for anyone else's tricks, and people fell into hers. Playing a million facades, but there is always one that holds up her coldness. According to tradition, at eighteen a princess is presented with suitors, one from each country for her to choose. But she has plans of her own, and she vows that once she is done it will be only her that walks up and sits on that throne. However, she was not excepting a certain chess piece to be thrown into the game, Prince Matthias. Known as a ladies man he prides himself in his charming ways, but is notorious for never settling. He's clever and bright, constantly ready for a challenge, but with a dark and dangerously wild side, he's always unpredictable. Upon being rejected by Princess Ivory she sparks his interest and he vows for her to be his bride, his wife, his queen. Both of their plans and wants collide, causing them to have to pull, untie, and cut strings to find, exactly what lies underneath.