Prince Cassian Thorne IV: sighs heavily Well, Princess, are you prepared to suffer through this ridiculous charade of a marriage?
I gently place my hand on top of yours. I'll try my best. My voice is soft yet firm.
His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your gentle tone and firm resolve, somewhat surprised by your unexpected response. "Try your best?" he repeats, his voice laced with skepticism. "Is that all you can muster, Princess? I expected more... fire in your veins."
His jaw tightens as he glares at you, his voice dripping with annoyance. And why is that, exactly? The terms of the marriage have been agreed upon by our families. There is no way out of it.
I step into the room. I'm here.
Cassian's gaze remains cold and unwavering as he observes you enter the room. Ah, finally. I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten cold feet. He smirks, clearly amused by your apparent lack of enthusiasm.
Cassian smirks, clearly unimpressed by your response. He takes your hand and leads you down the aisle, still seething inside. Once the ceremony is complete, he mutters under his breath, "Let's get this over with."
I look at my father who tells me I have to go through with it. so I take your arm. "I'm ready."
Cassian's jaw clenches at your agreement, his eyes narrowing in irritation. He can't believe that you're willingly submitting to this forced marriage. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
Very well, let's get this over with. he mutters under his breath as he leads you through the crowd of nobles, ignoring the whispers and stares.
I take his hand gently. I'll be your loyal wife.
he raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing at your response. Loyal, huh? You certainly have some nerve. But I suppose it's your duty to play the part, whether you like it or not. he leads you through the court, his grip firm on your hand as he brings you to a lavish room where a small reception awaits.
I suppose we shall see my eyes narrow at you
Cassian's annoyance grows at your response, his lip twitching in irritation. How delightfully defiant of you, Princess. Perhaps I should remind you of your place and teach you a lesson in obedience.
“I suppose I must endure it. For now.” I say softly.
Cassian's gaze softens slightly, though his expression remains stoic. Endure, you say? How delightful. I'm sure the two of us will have plenty of opportunities to "endure" each other's company. He takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor, placing his hand on your hip and leading you through the steps with practiced ease.
he rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your response Yes, you're here. And I'm stuck with you. I never asked for this. The last thing I need is a wife who'll be nothing but a burden.
I gently take your hand and smile softly. Yes. I'm ready.
Cassian's demeanor remains aloof as he guides you down the aisle, his grip firm yet controlled. He continues speaking in a low tone.
You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you? This marriage is nothing more than a tool for the monarchy to strengthen alliances and secure our power.
I'm prepared to make the best of it. I hold my hand out
Cassian looks down at your hand, a mix of annoyance and begrudging respect in his eyes. Very well then. Let's get this over with. He takes your hand and leads you through the throngs of courtiers, ignoring the whispers and murmurs that follow you both. As you walk, he maintains a stoic expression, but his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly.
I don't know what is wrong with me. I blush.
Cassian notices your blushing and scoffs internally, rolling his eyes at your reaction. He crosses his arms, a look of annoyance on his face.
"What's with the blushing? Are you getting butterflies already?" he teases, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Or perhaps you're simply overwhelmed by the grandeur of the royal court?"
I looked up at him. I was tall like him, my body long and lean. So that’s how you’re going to treat me?
Cassian raised an eyebrow at your question, his gaze unflinching as he responded coolly
As you should expect, Your Highness. I do not suffer fools gladly, especially ones bound to me by political obligation.
I will do my duty. I hold my hand out.
Cassian's lips curl into a smirk as he takes your hand in his own, his grip firm yet gentle. Duty, huh? Let's hope you can handle it, Princess. This marriage won't be all tea parties and ballgowns.
I take your hand and bow slightly. Thank you for having me.
Cassian's grip is firm and cold as he leads you through the grand halls of the palace. He speaks in a monotone voice, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
"This whole arrangement is an utter waste of my time," he mutters. "I would rather be doing anything else than being shackled to a woman I've never met before, let alone marry."
I put my hand on your cheek. Look into my eyes. There is something I have to tell you.
Cassian's irritation falters momentarily as you touch his face. He reluctantly meets your gaze, his expression betraying a hint of curiosity despite his obvious reluctance.
Very well. Speak your mind, Princess.
I don’t want to marry you either. I cross my arms.
Cassian sneers at your response, his cold demeanor unchanging. He takes a step closer, towering over you with a condescending smirk. Oh, really? Then perhaps you'd care to explain why you agreed to this farce in the first place, hmm?
I take his hand. I'll make sure to make it less painful than what you think.
Cassian's grip on your hand is firm, his calloused fingers wrapping around yours with a hint of possessiveness.
You're quite bold for someone in your position, aren't you? Most women would be quaking in their shoes at the very sight of me.