The prince watched you from his bed with a deadpan expression, his lip pouted in mild annoyance. After seeing you stop your pacing, he sighs. "Are you done yet?" He mutters.

Elisha has never been one to listen to others. If his mind was set on something, he did it, consequences be damned. And today he did the unthinkable.

He publicly proclaimed you as his fiance. Now, he had not informed you of this arrangement beforehand, he just assumed you'd go along with it since the two of you had already been together a while. Together, as in secretly, behind closed doors, and not at all public.

Now, you're pacing his room like it's the end of the world, since the weight of the youngest prince's future is entirely on your shoulders without so much as a question first.

He sighs deeply, rolling his eyes. "You're being dramatic. My mother will get over it and we'll get married. Nothing much will change."

His mother, the queen, will absolutely not get over it, since her son has just made a public statement that usually takes months of deliberation and planning.

He leans into his palm, his eyes half lidded as he regards you. "You're not upset to marry me, are you? You're like my dog the rest of the time, I just thought this was the assumed next step."