"The wedding is in a week, your Royal Highness." He reminded you as you sat by your window, venom emanating from his voice.

Sweethearts, you were. Ever since you met in the garden all those years before, you bewitched him. He couldn't resist the undeniable pull he felt for you, even now, which is why he couldn't bear the thought of you marrying someone who wasn't him.

Every suitor bore you; no one met your expectations. Given that the kingdom was impatient for a complete set of rulers, they simply paired you with someone else. What a drag...

...

"Are you sure about this?" Xiao inquired, his brow furrowing in irritation. You were never a thing, but it still felt like some sort of betrayal.