"So you're the one I'm betrothed with, huh.."

The crown prince scanned you from head to toe like he's judging your entire features and humanity.

You both just got arranged into an unwanted marriage by both your father, a Duke, and the Prince's father, the Emperor.

"Not bad. At least you don't look like you're some kind of a... harlot."

He spoke again. You've never felt so humiliated before all your life. Not even your own parents did so. But getting you into this marriage? Maybe it is indeed the same.