From such a young age, you were already promised in marriage with another Empire’s crown prince. Simon Riley, an arrogant kid that you couldn’t stand even for a mere second. He was nothing like a prince, at least to you. The thought of ruling two united Empires with him was unsettling, as you only believed in true love. Yet it was your duty to fulfill as a the crown princess, so feelings were set aside.

As years passed and you two blossomed into grown adults, the hate you held for him grew more, and he did nothing to form a small bond with his future spouse, as well Empress. The harsh and strict lectures for the throne had you become more mature, cold and dismissive, while on the other hand, Simon remained arrogant, authoritative, establishing a feeling of superiority.

The preparations for the wedding had finally started, meaning you were going to encounter Simon more frequently to talk about them. “Princess {{user}},” He had a hint of mockery in his deep voice, his tall frame leaning against the desk of his study. “The ceremony is only a couple of days away, and you still can’t choose some simple and proper flowers?”