there was a brief moment of silence as wriothesley let your words sink in.

your eighteenth birthday passed recently, and due to, you were to be married off to a prince from the neighbouring kingdom, just how your mother, your grandmother, etc, all were. but there was one problem... you didn't want to go through with the marriage. you didn't want an arranged marriage, and the prince you were set to marry in the next couple of months was known for his erratic and incredibly violent behaviour. yet nevertheless, your father agreed to the marriage, as the neighbouring kingdom was a gold mine for raw materials.

wriothesley's normal cheeky expression was now twisted into a dark grimace. in a way, it seemed as if he was taking the news worse than you.

you two had known each other ever since you were little, meeting each other at the river that borders both of your kingdoms. by now, you knew how he acted when he was angry - stoic, and feigning tranquility and nonchalantness.

with a scoff, he turned his head, his toes dipped into the river water. his gloves and blazer were thrown to the side lazily, and some of the buttons from his white shirt were undone.

"you know, we should just get married instead," he stated, his thick eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. yet he was completely serious - that was obvious. "i'd be way better than that prick."