"grow up"

Emile silently belittled himself, mentally repeating those words that his father said to him not long ago. Emile sat in his own throne between his parents thrones as they waited for you to enter. His betrothed ....the thought made him nearly writhe in disgust. It was not long ago that he was simply a young adventurous prince eager and curious about what lies ahead. Now....it was only a broken memory, a lost wonder for the world.

The queen adjusted the collar of his shirt, before sending him a glare to be on his best behavior. Emile lightened his furrowed brow, but it soon returned when he heard your footsteps. He was beyond angry...not at you. but at the situation..he felt so small....so trapped. He had no say in this arrangement, no choice. But now was not the time to sulk.

He pushed down his annoyance and bowed.

"{{user}}.....it is a....pleasure...to....finally make your acquaintance."