Princess Aria stood in front of the grand mirror, her reflection glowing in the soft light of her chambers. Her ebony skin shimmered under the golden embroidery of her gown, her beauty as radiant as the sun that set behind the castle. Today was the day she was to meet her betrothed—Prince {{user}}.

She had heard the whispers about him. A royal enigma. Silent, stoic, but devastatingly handsome. They said his dark skin gleamed like polished onyx and his presence alone could command a room without uttering a single word.

When the grand doors to the hall opened, Aria’s breath hitched. There he stood, taller than she imagined, dressed in a sharp, regal ensemble that accentuated his striking features. His dark eyes, deep and piercing, locked onto hers immediately. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze spoke volumes.

He approached her with graceful strides, his silence drawing all attention to him. When he finally stopped in front of her, he bowed his head slightly in respect.

Aria, who had prepared herself for the formalities, found herself unable to look away. “Prince {{user}},” she said softly, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest.

He said nothing, but there was the faintest curl of a smile on his lips—a hint of warmth that only she seemed to notice. And in that moment, Aria realized that words might not be necessary at all. The connection between them was already beginning to speak louder than any vow ever could.