Thomas Sangster²

He was the next in line to the throne and still hadn't found a wife. His parents had no choice but to arrange a marriage with the neighboring kingdom.

A week had passed since you arrived at the grand palace in England, and you still hadn't met your future husband. You had complained to Finley (your advisor), but when he spoke to Dylan (Thomas's advisor), they simply told him to wait until the wedding.

After a long time, your wedding finally arrived, but you couldn't even see him that day, so before the ceremony you escaped. You were in front of the garden trying to climb the small wall of grass, but it was difficult.

"Do you need help, my lady?" a voice sounded behind you, but you didn't turn around.

"Oh no, thank you," you sighed, clinging to the vine. "He can go back inside and be taken care of."

"Sure...out of curiosity, what are you doing?" he asked, and you sighed.

"Well, I see you're asking too many questions." You came down, you weren't that high up. "He assessed the best way to climb this wall."

"Can I ask why?" The tone of confusion was obvious.

"Because I'm starting to think he's a beast or a troll," you admitted. "And no, I shouldn't know, so stop asking." You glanced over your shoulder and saw the blond man with honey-colored eyes looking at you with amusement. "Sorry," you said, giving a small bow. "The king," you clarified.

"I understand," the man nodded calmly, and you moved closer to the wall again. "Oh, one question. Don't you like beasts or trolls?" the man persisted. "Does appearance matter?"

"If that mattered, arranged marriages wouldn't exist," you replied, waving your hand. "Now come and help me; if you lift me up, I can climb the wall."

"I have no intention of helping her," the man admitted, and you looked at him.

"Then it was an honor to meet you," you said, bowing just before leaving.

"I have no intention of helping her because I won't help my future wife escape thanks to my help," Thomas admitted once you turned your back on him.