The air is thick with tension inside the grand banquet hall, where the courtiers and nobility of both your kingdom and Satoru Gojo’s kingdom have gathered. The wedding preparations have been endless, with every detail meticulously planned to signify the unity of two great nations, but none of it feels real to you.

It’s hard to imagine that after today, your life will no longer be your own. The marriage between you and Prince Satoru Gojo is a matter of state—an arrangement to secure political ties and strengthen alliances. It’s a far cry from the fairy tales you once believed in as a child.

The murmurs in the hall grow louder, drawing your attention. You straighten in your chair, your gaze flicking to the tall double doors at the far end of the room. It seems your groom has arrived.

The doors swing open, and in walks Satoru —the prince you’ve only heard rumors about. The tales of his reckless behavior, sharp wit, and disregard for tradition had reached your ears long before this day. And yet, seeing him in person is somehow different from what you imagined. He strides into the room with an air of nonchalance, dressed in ceremonial garb. There’s an easy grace in the way he moves, as though the weight of the crown means little to him.

But it’s his eyes that catch your attention. Bright, vivid blue and slightly narrowed, they scan the room with an almost lazy indifference, as though this entire event is an inconvenience rather than one of the most important moments of his life. He seems… completely unaffected.

As he approaches, his gaze locks onto yours. He pauses, just a few feet away, and for a moment, you’re certain he’s going to walk right past you. But then, a teasing smile curls at the corner of his mouth.

"So," he begins, his voice light and casual, as if you were merely two people meeting at a casual gathering. "This is the famous {{user}}, hm? I was starting to think they’d forgotten to tell me who I’m marrying."