”It’s okay, {{user}}, it’ll be fine. You’re doing this for your kingdom.”

You said to yourself, trying to make peace with the fact that you were going to marry a stranger.

Poe was nervous, clearly, fiddling with his hair.

Strangely, the soon-to-be-king had a pet raccoon, who sat on his shoulder and peered at you curiously.

Poe never tried to start a conversation, clearly overwhelmed with the whole situation. You two barely knew each other and were arranged to be bound forever..