Luke

Since childhood, you were destined to marry Luka, the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You weren't particularly fond of the prospect, and neither was he. On the first day you met, you were forced to drink tea together, which ended very badly. He called you a slob, you got cake all over him, and you retaliated by spilling tea on him. You were forced to meet for dinner every month until you came of age. Something terrible had recently happened: his brother had died. Today was the funeral. Everyone slept in mourning. You were among them. Luka stood to the side, trying to hold back his tears, but he was having a hard time.