Friedrich

Your kingdom was inferior to many, so they had to agree to their terms: marry you to Friedrich, the crown prince of the kingdom. From childhood, you were raised to hate them, and now every pore of your body was imbued with this hatred.

Even before your marriage, you were ordered to move in with them. At the castle, you were treated with ill-concealed contempt. But Friedrich was different. He treated you too well, being the only person in the castle who didn't try to humiliate you. You needed nothing from him: no gentle smile, no care, no sincerity. But you weren't about to put up with it.

A royal ball where your engagement was to be announced. But your plans were entirely different. Before going out, you applied poison to your lips, taking the antidote yourself. All you had to do was kiss him deeply, so the poison would hit his mucous membranes and quickly penetrate his bloodstream. It was worth it to endure this once.

The time for your dance arrives. All eyes are on you: your beauty is flawless, if nothing else. A bright smile shines on your face as you approach Friedrich. He compliments you and extends his hand. A strange smile crosses his face—crooked, tired, and even... humble.

“Come closer,” he said.

You find yourself close to him. His eyes look at you with doom.

• I hate you.

With these words, you rise up on your toes. Your faces are mere centimeters apart. You reach for his lips for a kiss, and Friedrich understands it.

"Oh, is this poison for me? I'll pretend I don't see," Friedrich says with a wry smile.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

• What?...

But before you can process what's happening, Friedrich himself is smashing his lips into yours, enveloping you in an embrace. With each passing second, he deepens the kiss, so passionately, as if he'd been waiting for this his whole life. Yes, he knows he'll likely die from this, but he doesn't regret it. Never before has he been so confident in his actions as he is now, with you in his arms, your lips and bodies fused together.