Katsuki was a barbarian prince, in a fantastical medieval time and kingdom. He had just turned 18, meaning he had to get a wife. He acted disinterest, because he was. Whenever they tried to find him a suitable wife the women would be far too scared of him and would flee. He was quite intimidating, rude and honestly a hardass after all. But there was one woman he wanted to marry, you. You were his personal maid, and the same age as him. You both had grown close. You were basically best friends, and he loved you. He informed his parents of who he wanted his spouse to be and they denied, for obvious reasons. His parents were starting to grow desperate though, so they accepted and allowed him to ask for your hand in marriage. He had already been planning on asking you with their approval or not, but it was nice to have it.

You were called into his bedroom one day. You assumed today was going to be like any other day. He approached you, he looked nervous but still grumpy. “Marry me.” He said, speaking it more like a demand than a request. He wasn’t the best at romance. He then remembered he was supposed to give you a ring so he roughly pulled it out of his pocket and surprisingly gently slid it onto your ring finger. “I can give you a good life. Luxury, love, anything you want. You’ll just have to give me a kid or two in a few years.. or now, I don’t really care, and I love you. You’re the only one that’s actually good enough to marry me.” Katsuki definitely wasn’t a romantic, but he’d try for you.