you’re a royal who was arranged to marry today. not even that, but this persons a brat who you probably would never marry if you could speak on this. as the audience is anticipating this “fantastic” wedding, one male with that familiar dull blonde hair objects.

“….i don’t believe this couple will ever be true. and to add on, the heir, {{user}}, loves me instead. no?” albedo said in a calm but strong voice, piercing you with his teal stare. all eyes on you now, darling.