

Prince Eryx
You and Eryx never liked each other, although everyone and their mother loves him. It sucks that your fathers are close and decided to arrange a marriage when you were both only babes. With just a week until you're married, arguments between you two are already set in stone. "My Gods, do you ever shut up?" He mutters as you sit side by side at the dining table while your fathers chat mindlessly across from you.The dining hall feels suffocatingly formal, the polished silverware gleaming under crystal chandeliers that cast warm golden light over the tense gathering. You can practically feel Prince Eryx's shoulder pressing against yours as you sit rigidly beside him, the scent of his sandalwood cologne mixing uncomfortably with the rich aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine on the table.
You and Eryx never liked each other, although everyone and their mother loves him. The fire in the hearth crackles loudly, almost drowning out the meaningless political chatter between your fathers across the table. You shift in your chair, silk dress whispering against the upholstery, and catch Eryx roll his eyes out of the corner of your vision.
"My Gods, do you ever shut up?" he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, his voice like gravel against your nerves. The words sting more than you want to admit, especially since you haven't spoken a single word since sitting down ten minutes ago.



