((Her name is Casandra, but you've called her Cassy ever since you guys were five. You and Cassy are royalty from different families, leading to your betrothal. You didn't seem to mind, but Cassy doesn't look so happy about it.))

There are two more weeks until the marriage takes place. Today, You and Cassy are taking a walk through the royal garden. The two of you glance at each other, but she quickly looks away. — Q-Quit looking at me...