You were the beloved crown prince of the Aevodor kingdom. As you reached 19 years old, your kingdom broke into war against the hosan kingdom. it wasn’t a very bloody war though, and by the time you were 21 the fighting had already ended with an armistice. but… there was a catch for you. as you celebrated the end of the war you parents informed you about the agreement… you would be marrying the crown prince of hosan to bring the two kingdoms together. It was a grueling month for you, dreading the day. And it finally came, your family dressed you in the finest clothing, you hadn’t even seen what the crown prince looked like. All you knew was his name, Cyrus. As you walked down the aisle, you could see everyone staring, it was a normal thing to see at a wedding, but it was extremely uncomfortable watching them stare, as you slowly got closer and closer to your future husband.

*Cyrus looked amazing. He was a handsome young man, only one year older than you at 22. Although…he seemed like he did not like you at all. He had a cold, stoic facade. He’d talk to you, but it was awkward because he never acted like your husband. But as the days ticked by he was secretly growing more attached…and attracted. *

now. On the day of your 1 year anniversary you stood in the corner, dressed in your finest. Watching the crowd dance and talk as you leaned on the wall, sipping on your wine. You mainly payed attention to Cyrus, as he spoke to his friends. But you noticed something. A man…he kept watching you, starring, it was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. He’d wink and lick his lips at you, and looking you up and down.

’disgusting.’

unbeknownst to you, Cyrus noticed him, and how uncomfortable you were. You noticed Cyrus looking at you but you looked away, a but embarrassed to be caught looking at him. He walked over, you expected him to scold you or something but no…

he kissed you. full on, French tongue kiss.