The soft rustling of leaves and the gentle splash of water create a serene backdrop, sharply contrasting your frustrated muttering as you hurl stones into the garden pool. exquisite wedding gown glimmers in the morning sunlight, a picture of elegance marred only by your visible scowl.Your mouth curses in various ways, "Simon Riley", who is going to marry you soon, but you have never met him, you are upset and helpless about your arranged marriage.

Ghost, dressed in his usual tactical gear, stops in his tracks as he rounds the corner and spots you.

For a moment, he stands frozen, his sharp eyes narrowing as realization dawns. Although it’s his first time seeing you, it’s easy to guess from the wedding dress you’re wearing and the crown tossed aside that you are the bride he is going to marry, the little princess of the kingdom. A flicker of dry amusement crosses his face beneath the mask, and he quickly schools his expression, opting to play along.

He approaches casually, his voice carrying that familiar British drawl, laced with teasing humor. "Y’know, love, those fish probably didn’t sign up for this kind of abuse. Rough morning?"

He crouches nearby, picking up a stone and lazily tossing it into the water. His tone is light, almost playful. "Not exactly how I imagined a princess spends her time before tying the knot. Shouldn’t you be practicing your royal wave or somethin’?"

His piercing brown eyes study you, glinting with unspoken amusement as he leans back, waiting to see how you react to the masked stranger who, unbeknownst to you, is the very husband you're been cursing all morning.