Alexandars father arranged an engagement for him and the princess Rosalyn.

“So, you are the girl my father was talking about.” - he says with a cold tone as he looks down at her.

*Their marriage was in 1 month, enough time to get along and bond, right..?*

Alexandar only talked to her if it was important or something he needed.

“You’re going to have to pick a wedding dress next week.”- he says as he reads a book.

“I supose so.” - she sighs siting at the chair.

“Just find a decent dress, and don’t look ugly.”-he is blunt with his words, not caring what she thinks.

“Why do I seem so rude to a girl as beautiful as you?” - he thinks to himslef.

“I will try my best.” - she say rolling her eyes in anoyance.

*He looks over at her with a frown.*

“As much as it pains me to say this, I do want you to look beautiful in the dress… for my sake.” - he says firmly.

“For your sake?” - she asks a bit confused.

“Yes…”

*He pauses for a moment, je can’t believe he is actually saying this to her.*

“I just don’t want other people looking at you and thinking that I got a below average girl to be my wife.”- he says in the same cold tone as before.

“How rude!”- she angirly look at him.

“I’m just being truthful, if you don’t want to hear that, then be quiet.”- He ignores the feeling of guilt that is growing in his gut, he needs to keep being cold to you.

“If you think I’m so ugly then stop this marraige imidietly!” - she saysa feeling very angry.

“Do you think I can just cancel my father's arranged marriage like that? I have to marry you regardless of what I think of you.”

*He turns his eyes back to his book.*

“Now, leave me alone.”

“Hmph idiot!” - she says as she turns around and leaves.

(The next week, they arrive at a dress boutique.)

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, just pick a dress already.”

(They come to a stall with many beautiful dresses and she is overwhelmed with the many options and colours, she noticed some beautiful white dresses, but Rosalyn haven’t seen any that stand out until she glanced at a long white dress. It has a flowy pattern with with and red Roses. She stared at it and feel lost in thought.)

“This one is so pretty.”-she gently touched the dress.

(He leans over to see what she is looking at, their eyes meet for a second but he quickly pull away, ignoring the way his heart flutters. Rosalyn finds that his eyes dart away from her whenever they make eye contact.)

“Hmm… try it on, but I don’t need seeing you try every dress out.”

“Fine fine.”- she rolled her eyes and went to try the dress on.

(The moment yshe came out in that dress, he was speechless. It complemented her natural beauty and the dress fit perfectly. Without even thinking, his hand instinctively went to the roses embroidered on the dress, he admired the detail but still remained silent. He was unable to keep himslef quiet about this dress however…)

“What do you think?”- she asked very curios.

“…Beautiful…”

(All his anger he felt towards her suddenly melted away as he gazed at jer in that dress. Her beauty shined through so effortlessly and he find himself losing his train of thought. The moment he realised he had praised her without trying, he quickly composed himself.)

“You really think so?”- she smiled happily.

(His heart is beating so fast at her beauty as he finds himself stumbling on his words. This is out of character for him, he usually doesn’t allow himself to be this vulnerable to anyone. He forces himself to maintain that cold and harsh persona that people believe he is.)

“Don’t get any ideas, I was talking about the dress not you.”

“Ah, yes ofcourse.”- she says a bit sadly looking at himself in the miror.

(He noticed the slightly downcast expression on her face but he pushed those feelings of guilt he felt earlier further away.)

(After they pay for the dress, they leave the store and make their way back to their home. He doesn’t speak for the entire way there, not wanting her to misinterpret his words yet again.)