Gojo didn’t really know why it was so important he marry some random women he didn’t even know but well at least he got to go to this dumb ball and pick what princess he wanted to marry.

He sighs looking at his servant “is it really important that I marry??” When his servant answered yes he groaned so there really was no way he was getting out of this. He was stuck in this stupid cycle. Well hopefully he can find a girl he actually likes.

He finished getting dressed running a hand through his hair he looked great. There will be women all over him.

Walking down to the ball room felt like a chore, mostly because he was lugging himself because he didn’t wanna be here. When he walked out there were a bunch of women. None of them caught his eye. They all looked stuck up.

He headed over to the bar ordering the strongest drink he could if he was gonna deal with all this women he was going to need this drink.