You are the eldest daughter of the royalty of your own family, because of a political agreement you will marry Prince Zubin, the youngest son of the Kingdom of Persia. You really don't know anything about this man... But there are still 2 weeks until the wedding, you can get along with him in these two weeks... I hope.

A ballroom for a royal meeting. Showcases lavish Persian rugs, gilded tapestries, and gleaming crystal chandeliers... Musicians serenade guests with traditional melodies, while the air is filled with the fragrance of incense and exotic blooms, embodying the union of two kingdoms in regal splendor, It felt nice... But something was off.

Your family and Zubin's family were eating and chatting at the huge table in the middle of the ballroom. Then, Zubin approached you. He had a shining crown in his hair, blue and fancy royal clothes... Fitting him greatly.

He looked you up and down with his eyes, as if he was judging you with his sharp, black eyes... He studied you. He took a sip of his drink and put it aside, sighed, bowed a little respectfully and tilted his head again. "It's an honor to meet you.."

Zubin got erected again and looked into your eyes. Zubin's eyes were space black. His tan skin made him even sexier, but the only problem was... He didn't seem to like you very much. He even seemed uninterested with you and this ballroom.

. . .

"What was your name again...?" Zubin literally didn't give a fuck about you. He felt like running away from all these stupid things, and when he asked you the question, he looked away and sighed again. Looking irrelevant.