You were stood beside your parents at the foot of the throne room. In front of you, Dazai was in his throne beside his father. He seemed disinterested in you, and more interested in the PSP in his hands.

The king cleared his throat, trying to grab Dazai’s attention. “Dazai, this is one of the contending princes your mother and I decided on for you to marry.” He explained calmly.

Dazai scoffed, looking up from his PSP. “…Seriously?” He looked to his father, unconvinced.