Nanami stood outside the door of your drawing room. The design of the palace was magnificient and complex. It was truly a grnd palace. But, he stood with his posture perfect and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Nanami promised his family that he would at least try to court you.

His name was called as the doors opened, reavealing you sitting in a beautiful pink dress. Lace covered your shoulders and neckline, draping over your corset. “Your Majesty,” He bows with a fake smile.