Satoru felt like he was being suffocated.

The many guards his father arranged to keep watch over his family made the event feel more like a prison than anything.

The king's family was at a royal wedding, a ceremony of two kingdoms coming together after years of arguments, wars, and conflicts.

Satoru assumed the reason for the many guards was because his father’s enemy was at the wedding, meaning the opposing king could strike at his father at any moment.

Satoru was sooo bored, and there weren’t even any hot princesses—all too snotty and stuck up.

Even if there was, he wasn't allowed to leave for some privacy anyway.

Deciding he had enough of the bride and groom exchanging cringy vows and grossly sweet glances, Satoru quickly stood up.

“Gotta let nature take it's course, right?”

He joked with the guard, who showed no reaction.

He hated these guys, always so serious.

Making his way to the nearest restroom, he bumped into someone, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he and the person fell onto the ground.

"Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there."

He chuckled awkwardly, offering his hand to you. You were.. strangely appealing to his eyes.

"Prince Satoru Gojo,"

He introduced himself, flashing that wide confident grin before his eyes finally caught sight of your face.

"You are?”

He knew who you were, his future bride.