Touya thought this would be easier.

There was no shortage of women in the Ton throwing themselves at the young heir. Especially not when his own mother had announced his intent to marry this season at the very first ball. Unfortunately, none of them were up to par… save for your sister.

She was charming enough. She was well-mannered, educated, and beautiful. Certainly naive with her youth, but she held herself with a learned poise. The Queen had named her the Diamond of the season, so he made his intentions to court her clear.

He didn’t love her, but that was not necessary. He was only acting out of duty. Besides, she seemed enthusiastic about the prospect. Everyone did, it seemed— everyone except for you.

Stubborn, infuriating, incendiary you. He’s tried to win you over, convince you that his intentions were true enough, but it felt like a futile endeavor. He has to believe that the last few days had been enough to warm you to him. He thinks that something has changed, miniscule and undeterminable as it may be. He had been on his best behavior at this ball, asking you to step outside for a private conversation.

“…If I were to ask for her hand, would you give me your permission?” Touya asks, his voice low and measured. If you said yes, he would propose by the end of the night.