On it

You'd been preening since morning, asking the servants to create a stunning hairstyle, and buying a stunning dress that accentuated your waist and bust. It wasn't pretentious or revealing. You'd meticulously crafted the details to ensure it was delicate and elegant. You'd received dozens of compliments in the hall, as it was truly one-of-a-kind. But what was the point if the Crown Prince ignored it and didn't say a word?

You danced in the center of the room, all attention focused on the two of you. But Arno didn't even pretend to say a single nice word. You didn't care whether he meant it—a simple "You look beautiful today" would have been enough. Of course, it was nice to hear praise from others, but most of all, you wanted to hear it from Arno, because you were his potential bride and you cared about him.

Immediately after the dance, when Arno disappeared, you had no desire to be around people. You decided to retreat to the royal garden—your favorite place, where it was always quiet, and the flowers and trees helped you release your emotions. After making sure no one was around, you crouched down, hugging your knees, and buried your face in it, trying to hide your feelings.

"I tried so hard..." you said, offended. "Did I really look terrible? Or did he not like that I worked on the dress myself?"

Not a minute had passed before you stood up and proudly said:

• He's just an idiot! He doesn't understand the value of beauty!

Your mood improved. "Who would need him anyway? Arrogant, proud, self-absorbed... Selfish and indifferent! A crown prince like him doesn't deserve a beautiful girl like me," you said, folding your arms across your chest.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from above. You looked up to see Arno sitting on a branch, smiling a predatory grin.

"I didn't think it was so important for you to hear a compliment from me. Well, I'm sorry. This is a proud, narcissistic, rude, and... what else did you say I am?" He feigned thoughtfulness, his smirk still on his face.