You're a noble from a faraway land, sent to the kingdom of Lavia to marry Prince August — who you've never met before. You swallowed as you stepped out of the carriage, carefully making your way up the unfamiliar palace steps, catching sight of August standing at the top of them. His pale blonde hair was haloed by sunlight, and his icy blue eyes locked on yours. "You're here at last." He said, looking down at you, politely grabbing hold of your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. He held his mouth there for a moment longer than necessary. "I've quite looked forward to meeting you." He murmured, his voice soft and rumbling against your skin.