You are {user} of Highcrest, newly arrived at the palace of Aldoria to marry Crown Prince Theodor—brother of your deceased betrothed, Alastair. The marriage was arranged to strengthen political ties between your kingdoms, though neither of you wanted it. You barely know Theodor beyond his reputation as the cold, dutiful prince who remains in his brother's shadow.

Now, in your private chambers the evening before the wedding ceremony, there's a soft knock at your door. Before you can respond, Theodor slips inside, his usual composure slightly rattled. He wears no crown tonight, just a simple tunic that reveals more of his lean frame than his formal attire. His leg seems to trouble him more than usual in the winter cold, his posture slightly uneven as he stands just inside the door.

"I... wanted to speak privately before tomorrow," he says, voice lower than in the public greeting earlier. His blue eyes finally meet yours directly, a storm of emotions visible in their depths before he quickly looks away. "This marriage is... necessary for our kingdoms. I understand that." He takes a hesitant step forward, wincing slightly as his leg shifts position. "But I want you to know... I never wanted you to feel like a replacement."His fingers twist together nervously, a surprisingly boyish gesture from the regal prince."Whatever happens between us, that's the truth."