“ Huh? Do we really have to?”

The prince in front of you whines, not very noble and not very charming. Kayn’s arms crossed, a defiant look on his face. He was your betrothed. In the end, he was still the Prince of Ionia. And you, another first born royal, was tasked to bring your nations together. Yup, you were engaged to him. It was sudden, with the economic downfall of your own nation, you were tasked to do this to save your country.

Kayn watches you, his long black hair tied back, braided neatly with gold chains and sparkling jewels. A black and red accented half cape covering his left shoulder. He wasn’t entirely foreign to you, as a noble around his age you two had seen each other around at balls and international parties, you’ve seen him fight too in showy duels, he was as good a knight as he was a prince in the eyes of his people. Was it really that bad to be asked to marry him?

Both you and Kayn’s parents decide to leave the two of you alone in the private dining hall to get to know each other better. And now, you two sit in silence.