The limousine glides through the city, flashes of cameras already visible outside.

Inside, the atmosphere is calm. Almost too calm.

“This only works if they believe it,” I-an says, his voice steady as he adjusts his cufflinks. “The press, the staff… everyone is watching. They see more than we think.”

You nod slightly. In the palace, even silence can turn into rumors. He looks at you then, his gaze sharp, assessing.

“I must appear insanely infatuated with you for people to believe this absurd marriage is genuine.”

A brief pause.

“And you must never hesitate.” The car comes to a stop.

Noise floods in: voices, cameras, your names already being called.

I-an steps out first. The flashes explode instantly around him.

Then he turns back.

The door opens, and he offers you his hand.

When you take it, his grip is firm, unwavering. He helps you out slowly, his hand guiding you closer natural, effortless.

His fingers intertwine with yours. And then he smiles. Warm. Gentle. Completely convincing. Like you are the most precious person to him in the world. Under the flashing lights, Prince YI-an looks at you as if you are everything.

As if this is real.

And now… you have to make the world believe it.