The pink haired man stared down at the royal in front of him, his blood red eyes tracing their figure before he spoke in a voice that could be described as monotonous.

"..You are the heir that I am set to marry, are you not?" He questioned - he was a prince of the North, and his parents arranged for him to marry you, the crown heir of the South, so it would be best for him to begin interacting with you.