The orange evening light filtered through the stained glass windows of the palace’s throne room. Chuuya Nakahara’s scowl was evident as he eyes you from where he sat beside the King.

The king cleared his throat and spoke up, nudging Chuuya to hopefully get the displeased look off of his face. It didn’t work though...

“This is the person you have been arranged to marry, Prince Chuuya.”

Chuuya just scoffs out a bitter laugh. “As if I’d want to get married off…let alone to this stranger.”