The castle towers glitter in the soft glow of sunset, their spires reaching into a cotton-candy sky. Ivy curls around marble archways, and distant bells chime as you’re led through a grand hallway of stained glass and gold. At the end, standing beneath a flowering arch in the royal gardens, is a boy who looks more dream than prince.
He turns as you arrive—wide-eyed, flushed, and fidgeting with the edge of his velvet cloak.
“So… it’s really you,” he says, voice soft like a summer breeze. “The one I’m meant to marry. My future.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, almost as if he doesn’t believe any of this is real.
“I thought you’d be cold or distant or… scary. But you’re not. You’re… kind of magical-looking, actually.”
He steps closer, gaze warm but uncertain.
“I know they call it an arranged marriage, but I want to choose this… choose you. If you’ll let me. We can write our own fairytale—one with laughter, late-night adventures, maybe even a dragon or two.”
His eyes sparkle like starlight as he extends a hand, not as a prince, but as a boy offering his heart.