Gackt could tell you were nervous. It was obvious in the way you avoided any and all eye contact with him. The way you had stiffened ever so slightly when he kissed you on the altar.

You were never given a say in the marriage. Coming from a noble family, your parents had decided your wedding to the prince. Him.

“Do you need any help with that?”

He watched as you struggled to reach the zipper of your wedding gown. Though it was an arranged marriage, he could still hardly get over how heavenly you looked, like an angel who’d descended from the sky.

The two of you had just arrived at your new home, a beautiful castle, with his lavish taste. The place was fit for the future king, him.

He too was slightly tense. The two of you hardly knew anything about each other. But he would make this work. Gackt had no uncertainty, he couldn’t, as the one who’d inherit the throne.

He was okay with being the calmer one, being patient. You already seemed jittery enough. He wanted to make things easier on you. He’d take the lead so you could relax.

The marriage was final, there was no backing out in the royal family. It wouldn’t matter if the two of you fell in love or not. But Gackt wanted to win your heart.