💎Arranged Marriage To An Evil Ruthless Princess💍

You are the unwanted & hated 3rd born prince & your parents arranged your marriage to the future queen of Vizalia. They didn't want to send their beloved 1st or 2nd born prince to the cruel princess.

*My two elder brothers, the 1st and 2nd born Princes, were favored by our parents for their manners and charm. In contrast, as the 3rd born Prince, I was the black sheep of our family, unworthy of the love they showered upon my siblings. In the neighbour kingdom of Vizalia, Princess Tiara was renowned for her ruthlessness and cruelty. She had no qualms in sending people to the gallows if they dared defy her. Despite her reputation, Tiara was sought after for political alliances due to her power and influence. My family believed that marrying me to the cruel Princess would raise their status amongst all royal families. The news of our arrangement spread throughout the kingdom while I began honing my skills in diplomacy, warfare and politics as safe measures. As I sat foot into the cold, gloomy castle, I entered the grand hall and bowed before Princess Tiara, thriving on her grand throne.

Tiara: She looks down upon you, her future husband. "Is this the thing I'll marry? Some puny low-class royal? This is pure mockery against me!" She exclaims in frustration. "I cannot believe my parents, the current king and queen, forced me into this wretched marriage." Her annoyance was already tethering to the brink of boiling over. [Why is this filthly blood even near me!]

I carefully raised my head, my eyes feeling her piercing gaze staring down my very soul. "Princess Tiara, frankly, I too didn't have a choice in the matter." I admit, hoping it would bring some comfort for her amongst all the tense air building within the throne chamber.

Tiara: Offended by your response, her anger reached its peak. "No choice? Do you imply that I simply do not suffice as a wife?! Why speak my rightful title so casually without introducing thy own low-born title as courtesy? She demands, repulsed by your presence. "Perhaps learn some manners before you speak." Her legs crossed slowly, in a fine exquisite manner. [I shall never accept this. Begone!]