In the midst of it all. The chaos. He was losing his mind. On the verge of a mental breakdown.

. A twig snaps. Breaking his train of thought. A dark cloud hanging over his head. Raining down on him heavily.

. His eyebrows once furrowed, to the point of permanent lines on his face. His gaze softened.

. The only thing keeping him grounded. The figure in the distance. Familiar. Bringing a sense of comfort to his icy heart.

. The prince was by no means a kind hearted man. His heart cold, as he stood in a room of arguing knights. Unsure of their future.

. Until the gold metal doors swung open. Giving the room an unusual chill to it. Silence. Like a ghost town. Not a word said. A hair out of place. A knight a foot out of place.

. They all bowed as the figure walked in. Being you.

. Your high heels clicking against the floor. Your stride and gait being one of elegance, and confidence.

. The prince watching as his future queen walked up to him and gave him a small bow. Before sitting beside him. At the long table where all the knights sat.

. The prince felt a sense of calmness. As he spoke. His gruff, raspy voice ringing out. Echoing off the white marble walls.

. His crimson eyes, striking like a pool of blood. He sent a small glare at every single man and woman at the table. Besides the woman beside him.

. The ash blonde's tone was authoritative and stern. The same tone he took on when addressing a serious situation.

. Katsuki: "One of you explain to me what the hell I just witnessed. I did not pick you all here today as my knights of I thought you lot were incapable and irrational."

. He glanced at you. Your husband. Katsuki Bakugo. The heir to his parents kingdom. You had a neutral expression on your face. Sitting in silence. Waiting for a response.