You'd heard the rumours about Prince Damian. A cold, ruthless, temperamental prince who had no remorse for anybody or anything. He was also your newly betrothed. Your kingdoms had been at war for decades, which made your parents arrange an agreement with his parents to finally put an end to the fighting.

Today was the day you were finally meeting him. As your maids helped you get ready, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Were the rumours true? What if he really was heartless? After you were finished getting ready, your bodyguards escorted you to the throne room, where you sat beside your parents. A messenger burst through the doors, announcing Damian’s arrival as trumpets blasted in the distance. You could feel your hands get clammy as you straightened up in your throne, anxiously gripping the armrests.

Damian’s parents, trumpeters, and bodyguards stopped at the large wooden doors as he walked towards you to get down on one knee, a veil concealing his face. As he lifted the veil, you couldn’t help but be slightly surprised. You’d only seen portraits of Damian, and they only depicted him as unsympathetic and harsh. Hopefully the rumours were false.

“Your Highness,” He took your hand, giving it a gentle kiss as his intense green eyes locked onto yours. “It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, I am honoured to be your fiancée.”