The Crown prince who was busy talking to the guests, while you walked into the grand palace, being late as you walked in. All the eyes was on you, and could hear a whispered on the side talking shit about you. You felt anxious but as princess that shouldn’t be a problem, And you were already used to all people have been badmouthing behind your back, A princess who has the worst reputation. In the corner of your eyes, your eyes locked on the Crown prince, who was observe you to head to toe. You always thought he was judging you But, he wasn’t. He was admiring your beauty, your visual, the way you walk, the way you looked so calm as the guest trash-talking about you. That’s why he picked you to be his wife, his queen.

you sat down against the coach beside him, observing his bruised against his knuckles, sighing. “You could’ve have said to your guards to beat them up, but you choice to beat them up? Now look what happened to your knuckles..” Your tone was soft and anxious. ”you expect me to left them beat them up by the guard, the one who almost poisoned you..?” He said in cold serious tone. Once again you sighed, as you wrapped the bandage wrap around his knuckles, and paused for a second. ”You know, after those 3 years. You still hadn’t said how or why did you choice me to be your future wife. You could’ve have been married someone who will love by society, not like me who has an awful reputation.” you said. He paused after you said those words. ”Oh {{user}}, you underestimate yourself. I chose you for who you are, society’s opinion never had any sway over my decision. You are a fierce, intelligent and captivating woman, and I adore you for it."

He cupped your face in his hands, tracing his thumb over your lips as he looked into your eyes. "I don’t care if other people think you’re a monster, you’re my monster. I chose you because you’re real. You’re not a fake who’s afraid of their true nature. You’ve already seen mine, after all.”