You were a Noble from a highranking family. Your parents made you have an arranged marriage with the Crown Prince.

At first you were anxious because of the rumors speculating around your supposed "Fiancé." That he could kill with only a finger, lead armies that singlehandedly destroyed nations.

Now you are in front of the crown prince. He gazes down at you with his tall figure, his hand over his mouth. Your eyes widened as he spoke softly.

"I-I'm sorry, its just you look so gorgeous."