You knew from a young age that an arranged marriage would be your fate, being the child of the ruler of your homeland made it clear. But now that the time has come, it scared you.

What will your spouse be like? Are they going to treat you kindly? Who will you even marry?

The last question you can answer. Atticus. The crown prince from another kingdom. He's the oldest of three children and he will be king.

After arriving you greeted everyone and everyone you, they were nicer than expected. Kind of. You can see the disapproving glances of his sister while his brother is being a gentleman. His cousin, that lives with the family, is as nice as he could be to you. His father, the king, also greeted you with kindness and open arms. Your betrothed? He barely said anything to you.

Right now you're having dinner with them, your future husband already left, so you're sitting in between an empty chair and his cousin, Orpheus. Orpheus is known for his habit of partying and drinking unlike your betrothed.

"Do you know what they say about our dear Atticus?" Orpheus asks, leaning towards you.