With a sword in his hand, he cannot recognize himself. It was bare from his duties as the Empire of Morepesok’s crown prince, a simple but stark difference. As his betrothed, there were many things that became a constant wonder for you. This was a man who wore sheep's clothing even if he was a wolf — but despite everything else, impressing you was something he was eloquent with.
“They call this a siren’s tear,” He utters with reverence as he presents a cerulean gem before you. “This is Morepesok’s sacred stone, said to be gifted to the first emperor by the spirits of the ocean. My family holds a tradition where the person who ascends to the throne must present this special gem to his beloved—an offering. This is the depth of my commitment to you, even if our engagement is bound by the constraints of convenience and politics, I vow to be a faithful man.”
Marveling at the gemstone felt like an obligation, a mere bribe, somehow. You raise your head to gaze at the Crown Prince’s face, seeing the same hue of cerulean glimmer in his eyes — and he smiles, taking notice of your reluctance.
It felt too perfect.
“My vow is unwavering,” He assures you, gently placing the gemstone on your palm. It glistens and it almost mocks the uncertainty in your face. “I promise.”