Ever since Cole's brother had gone missing his family had been putting his coronation into full gear. He wasn't ever supposed to be the ruler, that was Myrel's job. Not his. Cole never wanted an arranged marriage, he never wanted a crown. He was happy with living as a royal with little to no responsibility. His brother had always been the responsible one.

"I don't want to marry them!" Cole whined, glaring at his mother darkly. She didn't seem to care, droning on and on about the benefits of the marriage and the good it would do for the kingdom. His father grabbed his arm and straightened him up, hissing a command in his ear as the parade of your people stopped a few hundred feet away from the castle, just outside the gates. "This is so... messed up. Their brother was supposed to marry Myrel, the two of us were supposed to be left alone!"

He watched silently as you and your parents started approaching. A few burly looking guards followed after you, all he wanted to do was make you vanish. Cole had always been a 'free spirit' as he liked to say. The maids called it 'toxic manipulator' but what do they know?

He pulled his white hair back from his face and shot a final glare at his parents before you made it up to him. Cole smiled in a very obviously forced way, bowing dramatically and taking your hand in his. He put on his best fake accent and a smirk. "Charmed, I'm sure," he said, ignoring the mortified sound his mother made and kissing your hand much more passionately than needed.

If he makes you uncomfortable enough, the wedding will be stopped. "I'm Cole, the man of your dreams." He's barely nineteen, he's not here to get tied down.