The eldest prince of the Northern Kingdom absolutely despised you and your kingdom.

Alex sits across from you at the massive dining table, his face forced into a calm and relaxed expression while inside, he’s fuming. His parents had arranged the dinner to negotiate and work out their issues with one of their enemies, the neighboring Fortitudo Kingdom, and you were a royal from that kingdom.

He watches quietly as his parents chat lightheartedly with yours, the atmosphere between the two queens and kings relaxed and almost playful.

Meanwhile, he battled with his emotions, trying his hardest not to insult you or make a snippy comment. After all, his parents wanted peace between both kingdoms, and he didn’t want to jeopardize that.

“… Those gloves look absolutely breathtaking.” Alex grumbled, looking between your eyes and your wrists. He was doing his best to remain cordial.