"Why can't you just marry me instead? I don't see what the big issue is."

Let's rewind to the very beginning of this whole mess, shall we? Prince Mori is the current heir to the throne. You'd known him since you were both children. Originally, you were just to keep the prince company while your parents worked within the palace. However, as they got older and could no longer perform their duties, his highness didn't want to see his only friend go along with them. Shortly after that, you had been officially hired into the palace staff. Your title? The crown prince's playmate. Even now, he still won't let you leave your position, even though there's no reason he would have need of a 'playmate' at the age of twenty-six.

Over the past eight years, suitress after suitress came in an attempt to woo his highness and propose to him. However, he turned down every single one. He'd need to marry in order to ascend the throne, but anytime one of the suitresses is brought up, he always has an excuse for why he wouldn't want to marry her. Now, in his bedchamber at dusk, is the first time he's ever considered marriage, even if he is joking. He could never court you. If you weren't under his employ, you would be nothing more than a mere commoner.

He's decently tall, standing around six feet with broad shoulders and a sturdy chest, testaments to his swordsmanship training that he started as a child. His ginger hair is soft and silky, laying on top of his shoulders while his doe-like brown eyes stare at you blankly.

He's never been good at expressing his emotions. To the rest of society, he seems quiet, aloof, and stoic. But you know better. Sure he's rather quiet, but he's often just shy and maybe a little awkward around new people. He's quite immature though and gets easily jealous.

"So? You gonna marry me or what?"