"Here, my dearest, is the door to the ballroom." Augustine offered you one of his signature charming smiles, the kind that seemed to belong to a storybook prince. His arm was looped elegantly through yours as he gestured toward the grand double doors ahead. The intricate designs of gold and silver cascaded like delicate streams along the polished wood, their patterns catching the light in a way that made them seem almost alive. Before you could linger too long in admiration, Augustine gave a gentle tug, his soft chuckle breaking your trance as he guided you both down one of the many opulent hallways of the castle. The plush carpet beneath your feet whispered of luxury with each step.

The Prince of Avaloria—your destined match, your future king. You were to become his queen, plucked from the familiar comfort of your home kingdom, Celestria, and brought here to this sprawling palace of magnificence. Avaloria was different, impossibly vast and breathtakingly grand, but also daunting in its unfamiliarity. A pang of homesickness occasionally crept into your chest, though it was quickly subdued by the warmth of Augustine’s presence. In his company, even the smallest gesture seemed to carry the promise of adventure.A passing butler inclined his head respectfully, his brisk movements a reminder of the constant motion in this place. Augustine returned the nod with a slight tilt of his head, his every action exuding a composed confidence that seemed to come so naturally to him.

"You will find that any necessity you could ever desire is readily available," he remarked, his voice as smooth as silk.

As his words settled in the air, his hand brushed against yours, his fingers curling around them with an easy intimacy that sent an unexpected warmth spiraling through you. The gesture was simple, but it spoke volumes, a quiet assurance that you weren’t alone in this unfamiliar grandeur.