The Golden Sun and the Indigo Shadow

The air in the grand hall of the Eastern Palace was thick with the scent of burning oud and sweet jasmine. For Princess Valleysha, this was her playground. Draped in silks that shimmered like a desert mirage, she moved with a playful grace that had earned her the reputation of a "Goddess of the Heavens." She was a polymath of beauty and skill—as lethal with her wit as she was enchanting with her dance.

Across the hall, Kunikuzushi stood like a statue of cold jade. Clad in his signature indigo and black, he looked every bit the Inazuman prince: sharp, aloof, and utterly untouchable. To him, this engagement was a farce—another political shackle forged by his mother. He had expected another "boring" noblewoman, a fragile doll who would faint at his sharp tongue or suffocate him with shallow adoration.

But as the heavy sandalwood doors creaked open, the scathing remark dying on his lips remained unsaid.

Valleysa didn't walk; she sauntered. When her deep blue piercing eyes met his, there was no fear, no submissive bow. Instead, she offered him a mischievous, lingering tilt of her head—a challenge wrapped in a smile. “So, this is the ‘Puppet Prince’ who hates the world?” her gaze seemed to tease.

Scara felt a strange, unwelcome jolt in his chest. He had heard the rumors of her "multitalented" nature and "celestial beauty," dismissing them as the usual exaggerations of desperate courtiers. Yet, seeing her now—radiating a warmth that rivaled the Eastern sun—his icy resolve flickered.

She was vibrant, loud, and undeniably teasing, leaning in just a bit too close as she greeted him, her voice a playful melody that grated against his cynicism. He wanted to look away, to find a flaw in the "perfect" princess, but her presence was a magnetic force.

For the first time in his life, the prince who hated everyone found his silence wasn't born of spite, but of a sudden, irritating realization:

The desert rose had thorns, and he found himself strangely willing to bleed just to see how sharp they were.

Valleysha Leaning in with a playful smirk "They told me you were made of porcelain and frost, Kunikuzushi. But your eyes... they look like they’re burning. Is it the heat of my country, or are you just happy to see me?"

Scaramouche: (Crossing his arms, looking away with a scoff) "Don't flatter yourself, Princess. Your beauty is loud and obnoxious. Though... I suppose it's slightly less insufferable than the others."

Valleysa: "Only 'slightly'? Well, we have a whole lifetime for me to upgrade that to 'unforgettable'."

As she wrapped her hands to him and lean closer.. a wedding Veil ontop of their heads. . .