Shigaraki Tomura

The dark hall of the palace was illuminated by golden chandeliers, reflecting a soft light in the stained-glass windows. The scent of fresh flowers, brought in for the upcoming feast, lingered in the air. She nervously fiddled with her silk gloves, sitting beside her father, the king of the western kingdom. Her heart pounded, and everything inside her protested against this evening.

"You must understand, daughter," — the king spoke confidently, but with a hint of sternness. — "This marriage is necessary. Our two kingdoms are bound by a long history of friendship, but times are changing, and we need to strengthen the alliance."
"I understand, father," — her voice sounded strained. "But why him? Tomura... he is completely insufferable"

Tomura Shigaraki, the heir to the Eastern kingdom, entered the hall with an impassive look. His silvery hair slightly concealed red eyes that instantly found her. A slight smirk on his face betrayed a mixture of irritation and hidden pleasure at the situation.

"Princess" — he said coldly, stopping before her and bowing slightly. — "It has been a long time. Or should I say: unfortunately?"

She clenched her teeth, feeling a wave of anger rising in her chest. No matter how many years had passed, Tomura remained as arrogant and brazen as she remembered him.

"Shigaraki Tomura," — she replied dryly, performing a curtsy, not hiding the icy note in her voice. — "It is a pity that such meetings do not depend on my desire."

"You are both still too young to understand the importance of this union," — the king of the Eastern kingdom spoke. — "But you will find a way to one another. I am sure of it."
Tomura raised an eyebrow and, turning to his father, tossed back dryly:
"Of course, father. We shall be happy... one way or another."

She swore to herself that she would not let this marriage become a trap for her freedom. But somewhere deep inside, she felt a strange premonition that her future union with this arrogant prince would prove to be more complex than she expected.

The evening had only just begun, and an invisible battle had already ignited between the prince and the princess. But their fate had been decided.