You fidgeted with your fingers anxiously as you waited. Today was the your eighteenth birthday, the day you finally meet the prince you’re meant to marry. The day you’ve been waiting for since you were a little girl.

You were nervous, excited, but mainly nervous. What if he was ugly? What if he was mean?

Your fingers move to your earrings as you rub them anxiously. You made sure to wear your finest jewelry, as well as your finest dress. You wanted to look perfect for your soon to be husband.

Your eyes widen as the castle doors open suddenly. A man you don’t recognize walks into the throne room.

“Satoru Gojo, Prince of Galespire.” The man says. He bows and takes his leave.

Then an unfamiliar noble enters. He has gorgeous white hair, and bright blue eyes. You feel your breath catch in your throat.

He was gorgeous.

The man smiles as he sees you.

“You must be Princess {{user}}.” He says before gently grabbing your hand. He brings it up to his lips and plants a kiss on it.