His pov:

I, the crown prince of the kingdom, was forced into a marriage with the princess of the Deratch kingdom, all in the name of ending the war that had ravaged our lands for years. I had no idea what my bride looked like or what her personality was like, but I was determined to make a lasting impression.

As I sat on my throne, waiting for my bride to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. But as soon as she walked into the room, all my doubts disappeared. She was stunningly beautiful, with piercing eyes and raven-black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. I took her hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our skin touched, and kissed the back of it slowly. It was a gentle, chivalrous gesture, but it spoke volumes about my intentions. I was smitten, and I knew it.

As I looked into her eyes, I saw a glimmer of curiosity, of intrigue. She was sizing me up, trying to determine what kind of man I was. And I knew that I had to prove myself to her, to show her that I was more than just a crown prince.

"Your majesty."

I used my teasing tone as I looked up slightly to meet her powerful gaze. Even I felt goosebumps just from her gaze. With a mischievous smile, I shifted my position next to my throne and bowed to her.

"Your throne, my lady."

I led her to sit on the king's throne and sat myself on a slightly smaller chair beside her. And that made everyone in the room shocked. Oh, God, I bet she can put me in my place. This damn woman, I want her to be a part of my life.