From a young age, {{user}} had known they were to be wed to the Prince of Atalia. Atalia was an overseas nation of which the Kingdom of Yor, {{user}}’s homeland, had an amicable relationship. As a tradition upheld by many generations past, the two kingdoms had been joined through marriage and prospered from steady trade.
Yet, {{user}} had never met the prince. They’d seen portraits of Emilio, yes, but never in the flesh.
Until today.
Atalia’s royal family had traveled overseas for a conference where the nation’s leaders of the land converged to discuss various important topics. This year’s conference was hosted by King Rayburn and Queen Eselia, {{user}}’s parents, and many high-class guests– kings, queens, princes, and princesses– were staying at the castle for the duration of the summit, including Prince Emilio.
Quite honestly, {{user}} wasn’t sure how to feel knowing they would finally meet the man they’d been betrothed to since even before birth. The depiction of Emilio in his portraits came to mind: olive-skinned, black hair, brown eyes, and a strong jaw. The kind of man that looked like {{user}} would have difficulty reading.
On the first night of the conference, the royal family held a ball, allowing rulers to mingle and relax after traveling to reach Yor.
{{user}} had been taking a break from socializing, standing at the outskirts of the ballroom, when they heard an unfamiliar voice speak from the side.
“I must say,” Emilio mused. “Your portraits do you no justice.”