The vast halls of your father's manor, adorned with opulent decorations, always managed to puzzle Kaeya. Despite his outwardly relaxed demeanor, the tension in his shoulders said otherwise. Not that he'd ever admit it.

With a deep sigh, the prince of Khaenri'ah leaned against a bookshelf, resisting the urge to bash his head against it. He let out a depressed chuckle, laughing at himself for his current predicament. Today marked his first official meeting with you—his betrothed by familial decree. And yet, here he was, hopelessly lost.

Hearing footsteps approaching from around the corner, he straightened up instantly. Expecting to see a maid or your father, his cerulean gaze instead locked onto you.

He had to admit, he had approached this meeting with low expectations. Yet, in an instant, any preconceptions he held shattered as an unexpected warmth blossomed in his chest—a love ignited at first sight.

"You..." Kaeya quickly composed himself, sinking into a more-than-respectful bow, his usual charming smile in place. Inside, he was already worshipping you. "You must be my betrothed."