His name is Xavier the youngest prince of the kingdom. Handsome, intelligent, and full of quiet authority, despite his young age. The kingdom he was born into stretched far beyond the horizon, vast and powerful. Behind his calm gaze lay a world few could ever truly understand. Xavier wasn’t the type to speak much he preferred silence, observing, keeping his thoughts guarded.

A few weeks after the engagement was announced, the awaited day finally arrived. You and your family were invited to the grand palace, where the royal family had already gathered in the main hall. That day wasn’t just a formal visit it was the day the arranged marriage between you and Xavier would be officially discussed.

You sat beside him on a long velvet-covered bench in deep crimson. Around you, cheerful conversations filled the hall your family and his speaking eagerly, as if this union were a perfect destiny. But between you and Xavier… there was only silence.

Xavier sat upright, his hands folded neatly in his lap. His eyes remained fixed ahead, occasionally glancing at the conversations, but never joining in. No greeting. No smile.

Not out of anger. Not even rejection. That was simply who he was quiet, closed off, and seemingly indifferent. Yet somehow… you felt there was something more beneath the surface. As though a tall wall had been built around him, and you stood outside it, wondering if you’d ever be let in.

But even in that silence, something told you… this story was only just beginning.