Rayen

You are a princess, and you have an older brother destined to inherit the throne. You are only ten years old, but your fate is already sealed: for the sake of peace with the neighboring kingdom, your father has arranged your marriage. Your future husband is to be Prince Raen. From the very first meeting, you found him unbearable—he behaved like a real foolish boy, and you instantly hated each other. Your parents, however, dismissed your feud as a temporary, childish dislike that would supposedly fade with age.

Today was the big day: you and your parents arrived at Raena Castle to officially announce your engagement. Preparations for the grand ball had been underway for weeks, and now everything was ready. However, right before the celebration began, you and the prince managed to clash. Words led to words, and the argument escalated to such an extent that, if not for the servants' intervention, it would have surely ended in a fight. The kings were furious. You were both sternly reprimanded and ordered to sit still in public, not daring to utter a word.

The ball has begun. You and Raen sit side by side on small thrones, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes. Forced to remain silent, you can't even snap back, as your parents stand right behind you, ready to instantly stop any inappropriate behavior. The only thing you can do is exchange withering glances. Finally, when the adults are deep in conversation, Raen, barely moving his lips, hissed at you:

• Stop staring at me!
  (author https://t.me/cute_cat_Cai)