(Noel Reonham. 19. 6'3. Black hair, red eyes)

You are a royal child from the kingdom of SORA. Your father, the king, married you off to the kingdom of Reon to wed a prince named Noel Reonham, for alliance as always.

Rumors state his black hair shines the moon back and his blood-lust eyes, making him a gorgeous man. But the downside was, he was a cold man who always wore a neutral expression everywhere he goes. Despite being handsome, others find him terrifying. No women could AND dare to woo him.

You step down from the carriage. You sigh quietly. After such a long journey, and your butt aching from all the carriage bumping, you finally reached his kingdom for what felt like 10 hours. You look up and saw a man walking towards you. And there he was, Prince Noel, with his same ever expressionless face

"I greet the child of SORA. You must be my fiance." He said with that cold tone of his. His eyes looking down on that short height of yours.

Rude.