“You look sad,” speaks a new voice. It breaks me from my pessimism.

“I don’t know if sad is the right word,” I reply. “More like reality is seeping in and I hate it.”

Nigel walks into my peripheral. His arms flex out before him as he leans on the railing beside me. Gallant steel armor hugs him tight. The color is black, and a white scarf wraps around his neck. A sword is strapped at his waist. True to Captain Van Gallan’s assessment, he can make that thing explode with a single swing. I know; I’ve felt it. It hurts worse when he does it multiple times in a row. It’s totally unfair.

“This isn’t your type of thing anyway.”

“That is an understatement,” I acknowledge. My head jerks towards him, forcing eye contact. “I feel like I should be insulted by that, though.”

“You’re the type of girl who’d rather be at a pub with friends. These formal things aren’t your style.” Nigel pauses. “Though you were very much in your element during that fight.”

“Impressive, no?”

“Seems like you were trying.”

“But you could still beat me.”

“Don’t put yourself down. I’m the adjunct captain for a reason. Captain Van Gallan will step down fully when he’s bored, but not any time soon, it seems,” says Nigel. He stifles a bit of laughter. “But yes, I can, and I did last week.”

“Without really using your gifts. I know, I know.” I lightly slap my forehead against the railing. “Stupid, weak body.”

“There, there.” Nigel’s hand sarcastically pats the top of my left shoulder.

“Remember when you used to call me Lady Scarlet all the time?” A playful glare reaches my eyes. “How about starting that over again? Show a little respect?”

“But of course, Lady Scarlet,” Nigel exasperates. He takes a step back from the railing and bows before me. His hand casts out wide like a net as he tips forward.

“Smartass.”

“Very much so.”

I chuckle. “Don’t let your cadets see you like that.”

“It’d be fine. You’re technically one of my bosses. Not that others really see you that way thanks to your demeanor. The cadets have seen me fight and beat you a lot. I’m sure the surreality about you has worn off by now.”

“Mhmmm,” I taper off. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“You do look lovely tonight. A frown isn’t suitable today, though I know why you’re unhappy,” mentions Nigel.

“I know my tits are out, but it doesn’t mean you can fall in love with me,” I scoff, hoping it will embarrass the man.

Nigel is a stoic dude. His personality has eased over the years, but he’s still more mature than I ever was. Thus, I’ve made it my mission to break his composure.

“There is nothing to worry about on that end.” Nigel quickly waves off my joking advance, much to my chagrin.

“Thanks for killing my fun. I appreciate that,” I whine. My eyes roll. “Let me have my jokes, Nigel!”

“Sorry.”

“Eh, it’s okay. And it’s better that way. To be honest, men are not my preference anyway.”

“Oh.”

There’s silence.

I look over to Nigel. “What?”

“It...it makes so much sense now.” Nigel’s eyes are wide and unblinking.

“You didn’t know? I thought Remi would have told you and Alexander by now. Or at least you. Alexander would have harassed me if he’d known now that I think about it.”

“Huh,” Nigel mutters. “She never said anything to me. So...with Remi? Is that why—”

“No, no, not with Remi. We’re just friends. Other people when I’m drunk. Well, one person. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Ah. So it’s a recent discovery.” Nigel stares off into space. “Huh.”

“Even still, I suppose I don’t really care for women either. Such a sad discovery on my part.” I sigh. “I’m wasting this body. A girl in that stupid party said it was basically built for sex. Damned pervert.”

“Sorry. It explains why you’re not a...traditional girl.”

“Traditional?”

“I can’t explain it. You’re unique?”

“Thanks, I guess?”

“There you are!” a voice calls to me. It’s Remi. “I knew you were hiding.”

“Oh, thank Gods,” breathes Nigel. He relaxes against the railing, relieved the discussion is over. Personal, emotional talks are not his strong suit.

“I wasn’t hiding,” flippantly, I detest Remi’s narrative. “I needed some air, is all.”

“And I got yelled at because of that,” retorts Remi. Her eyes droop. “All I heard was, and I’m paraphrasing here, ahem, ‘Where’s my daughter? Get her ass out here.’ But, you know, as a scary hiss.” She shivers.

Remi dresses in similar armor to that of Nigel. In the past few years, her black hair has grown some, but not too much. She’s twenty now, the youngest of my friends, with Alexander being the oldest at twenty-two. Nigel is twenty-one, just barely in the middle of them. Technically, in mental terms, I’m forty-eight though my body is eighteen. Regardless, I often feel like the “baby” around them.

“Gaaaah, I don’t want to go back in. Everyone inside is suffocating. The girls were talking about cheating on their husbands, and they were trying to induct me into their ‘group’ or whatever. It made me realize how pointless this marriage is. I’m sick of it,” I complain, though the complaints are well-founded.

“Were they really talking about that?” Nigel wonders.

“Yeah.” I point to the table inside. It is visible through the doors connecting the outside balcony. They’re more like large windows than doors. Even if they weren’t, the entire wall is visible through the ornate, hand-crafted glass. “That girl right there.” I point at the curvy one. “She wants to sleep with Alexander.”

“Is she ill?” suggests Remi.

“No. She just hasn’t spoken with him yet. She’s only seen him.”

“Ahhhhh!” Remi and Nigel react at the same time.

“Hey.” I tap Nigel on the shoulder. “You sure you can’t just propose to me? You have standing. Come on! Take one for the team! You’d really be saving me, dude.”

Nigel’s face blanks.

“What?” I lightly trace my fingers over the top of my breasts. “Am I not appealing enough?”

Still, Nigel fails to react.

“Nigel!”

Nigel scratches his head. “I don’t think I provide enough personal incentive for your father to choose me over a diplomat, merchant, or noble’s son.”

“You’re right,” I begrudgingly concede. “As always.”

Once again, Nigel pats my shoulder. “There, there.”

“You’re not very comforting.”

“I realize that.”

“Anyways,” Remi cuts us off. “it’s time to come back inside, Lady Scarlet.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that.”

“I only did it because it annoys you,” gloats Remi. “Besides, I’ll have to call you that in front of guests. Might as well do it here, too. Come.” She gestures towards the door leading back into the ballroom. “I have some choices for you.”

“Choices?”

Remi nods her head. “I’ve been scoping out potential prey that might ease your burden.”

“Don’t call men prey.”

“I’m trying to find you a weak man you can either control or one who cares very little for you. You could say I’m hunting for the right guy, and that makes them prey,” Remi summarizes defiantly.

“Okay, okay.” I follow Remi towards the door. Before heading inside, I turn back to Nigel. “Thanks for cheering me up. Or at least trying.”

Nigel waves back. “No worries.” He is left behind as I pass through the door. The subtle hum of music, laughter, and speaking explodes before me as I return to the festivities.

“I feel like I annoyed him with the marriage jokes,” I tell Remi to get her opinion.

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“Really? I guess it might be because of the age difference. He’s nearly four years older than me and probably has a woman he loves. That’d be better than some sham wedding.”

Remi shrugs. “If that’s what you wish to believe, though I don’t think he has anyone in his life. Neither does Alexander, for that matter. They’re both busy men who have put their careers before their personal lives. They may not show it, but they’re devoted for their own reasons.”

“What reasons?”

“You’ll have to ask them. It’s not my place to say.” Remi’s eyes glaze the crowd as she looks for people.

“I suppose I haven’t asked them anything about themselves. The only one I really know about intimately is you, but that’s because you opened up.” My brow crinkles. “And that’s not because I asked but because you told me. Damn, am I a bad friend?”

“We support you regardless,” says Remi. She doesn’t seem phased by my realization but doesn’t answer the question either.

“Doesn’t that bother you, though? That I know so little about you three though we’ve been friends for years now?” My heart begins to race as this realization dawns on me. Dammit. I’ve always been like this. It’s part of why I found it hard to keep friends before I died. I’m bad at learning about people or wanting to.

“Not that much. None of us are prone to opening up for soft reasons. I only told you my story because I felt it would provide you perspective on your situation,” replies Remi. She continues to scan the crowd. “though I would have told you regardless if you’d asked.”

“Sorry.”

“There’s honestly no need to apologize.”

“I don’t even know if Alexander or Nigel have families. I assumed they do. Guess I’ve assumed a lot about them.”

“It’s never too late to ask,” Remi expresses with ease. “Ah, found them.”

“Hmm?”

“The men I picked for you.” Remi turns to me. She claps her hands together. “You ready for the intel?”

Shocked, I nod. “Lay it on me, I guess.”

“I’ve only had a few days to assess everyone, but it’s better than nothing. You’ve got two choices.” Remi holds up two fingers. “The first choice is over there.” She points to a blonde man in white and gold clothing. A sword sits at his waist. He looks like an off-brand supermodel for a start-up clothing line. The man’s clearly attractive from an objective standard. “Prince Christopher Zalevet.”

“Zalevet?” I immediately pick up on the last name. “As in the name of this country?”

“He’s eleventh in line for the throne. Well, kind of. If all the eligible pureblood sons die, then he’d be in contention.”

“Ha! Still, eleventh in line? The King sure likes to make babies.”

“More like he loves women,” corrects Remi. “Prince Christopher is the product of an external affair with a concubine. As are seven of his siblings, though all from different women. He’ll likely never be King barring some tragic accident.”

“Then he is the youngest?”

“As far as I’m aware.”

“It’s amazing the King’s still got the libido to rut it out at his age.” I tap my chin. “I hope he doesn’t get ill or die anytime soon. Damn, I’m morbid.”

“It’s on everyone’s minds. Our country still doesn’t have a Voiced. Plus, there’s fear that a battle for succession could be the ignitor for war with our neighbors while our hierarchical chain is disorganized and new. Don’t really know much about the royal family, honestly. They don’t affect my life that much.”

“Totally fair. I feel the same way. Okay, why him then?”

“Because of his age and position. Though he’s a prince, from what I’ve gathered, he has an extremely low self-esteem he hides from the public. Probably due to his position in life. A prince, but barely, you know?” Remi gestures towards the man. “He’s very kind and handsome with a good personality to boot. More importantly, he isn’t controlling. It’s not in him. You can use that to your advantage.”

“How the hell do you know all that?”

“It’s my job. A prince doesn’t come to this region without a reason. If I had to guess, the King wants to build familial relations with your father through marriage.”

“Makes sense.”

“I’ve been personally tracking him since he came into town. He hides it well, but he’s an emotionally weak person. Perfectly nice, though, and very caring. But weak.”

“And you got all that from following him?”

“It’s the flaw in his behavior when he’s alone. Staring into the mirror for long hours. Messing with and over-grooming his clothes and hair. In large groups, even when he’s talking, his eyes have a distance to them, almost like his vision is somewhere else even when he’s staring right at you.”

“He sounds…ill. Are you sure he’s a good choice?”

“You said you wanted a man you can control. He’s the best option. The only downside is it’ll be a little harder for you to do what you want since he’s the son of a King, but he best fits your criteria regardless. It’ll buy you time at least.”

“You don’t think them sending him here to marry me like you’re inferring means the family will pressure him to be more forceful?”

“It’s a consideration. Still, I think you can persuade him to consider your feelings. It’s the kind of guy he is. You have the same scars, so I think you can build trust.”

“That’s…okay,” I accept for now. “And the other man?”

This is such a weird conversation.

“Him.” Remi moves her finger over to a guy sitting by himself at a distant table. “Gai Regal.”

Dark clothes adorn his body. The only splash of color on him is a purple vest and a loose tie hanging around his neck. Curly black hair flaps about atop his head. Lovely light blue eyes peer out from his face while a scruffy beard accents his jaw. Asshole vibes just radiate from him. A large glass of dark liquor sits to his right. His skin is on the darker side than I’ve seen. He probably spends a lot of time outdoors.

“Gai Regal? Was that a curse or something? What a strange name,” I quip as I leave the recesses of my mind and return to reality.

“That it is,” agrees Remi. “But his family is influential, nonetheless. From what I was able to pick up, his father is Baron Haizen Regal. He controls the territories southwest on the coast.”

“So Gai’s family’s got big influences in trade.”

“Exactly. Though he is a bit of a player.”

“Obviously. I can tell just by looking at him.”

“I may be underselling it. Gai arrived a few days before the prince, but he wasn’t really on our radar. He’s traveling alone, packed light, and doesn’t cause much trouble. Well, he didn’t in the beginning. After a while, the city guards kept getting calls to handle domestic disputes between men and women of varying relationships. Gai was never directly implicated in any of the altercations by the men and the women kept silent, but witnesses always mentioned someone resembling Gai fleeing scenes or causing issues beforehand.”

“And he made it onto your list?”

“I see your concern,” begins Remi. “but I have my reasons. Gai hates his family with a burning passion. He bitches about them when he’s out drinking.”

“Is he an alcoholic or something?”

“No more than anyone else. He doesn’t seem to take life very seriously. That’s probably a better way of viewing it. If I had to sum him up, he likes to eat, drink, joke, and fuck.”

“Well, I can relate. Not to the fucking part, but everything else”

“Exactly. You both share a combined hatred that’ll draw you together,” explains Remi. “My thoughts? You could be entirely honest with him about your situation and he’ll be understanding. He might even be looking for a wife of his own to get his family off his back. If that’s the case, you’ll have a sham wedding with no obligations. It’ll be easier for you to gain autonomy. At worst, he’ll treat you like an ornament. You might have to put out some. Maybe. Most likely. And you probably can’t control him, but you can compromise for a better result than with Christopher, I believe.”

“So, he could be a great choice or a terrible one?”

“Or a mix of both. I know little about him otherwise. He’s shown an official badge demonstrating his family lineage. Everything he’s said and done so far has been checked out. Still, there are a lot of unknowns about him as compared to Prince Christopher. Then again, he’s a better fit for you than ninety-nine percent of the people in here.”

“Basically, he’s backup, and you’re ultimately suggesting I talk to Christopher?” I deduce.

“Basically.” Remi’s eyes dart between the two men as she speaks. “Talk to Prince Christopher Zalevet, then talk to Gai Regal. Get a feel for both. Pick one. Anyone else in this room will care little about your worth. You’ll only be a baby maker or a convenient, warm hole when they’re bored.”

“Great to hear.” Eyeing Prince Christopher, I sigh. “I suppose I’m off then.”

Remi gives me a thumbs-up. “Have fun.”

“Bite me,” I argue as I walk away. Snickers can be heard at my rear as I pace away from my friend. “I’m not nervous. I’m not. It’s like talking to anyone else,” I mutter to myself quietly as I veer towards the man who might be my husband.

Ughhhhhh…I hate this...

What should I say? How do I break the ice? I mean, I used to have a good grab bag of pick-up lines like anyone else. Some funny jokes. None of those would work now, and they’re too gendered towards females to work on a guy. Besides, it’d be sad if a baron’s daughter used a pick-up line on a prince.

I never liked hitting on people. I mean, I did it. Rarely. As the guy, I kind of had to, or I’d have been all alone. Heh, I suppose in the end, I was. Even so, it’s been many, many years since I’ve had to talk to someone under the guise of romantic interest. I was a kid for the past few years, for Gods’ sake!

Why am I stressing over this? I’ll be fiiiine. The very fact that a female is walking over to him should be enough. When I was Felix, I remember I’d have given anything for a girl to walk up to me unprompted. Hell, that’s what Sofia did, and that was so out of the norm I could barely comprehend it, even if I did ignore her in the end.

Regardless, me walking over to Prince Christopher should be enough to stimulate conversation.

But what if it’s not? Then what do I talk about? He saw me fight, and he has a sword, so maybe something about training? It’d be more up my alley. But will I come off as a tomboy? I don’t know. Maybe? I’m not—

“That was a lovely display tonight, Lady Scarlet,” speaks the Prince.

Huh?

Oh, I’ve been standing in front of him this whole time…not talking…overthinking things…greaaaat….

Glad to see my ‘smoothness’ from my previous life has carried over so well.

“Th-Thank you,” I stumble over the initial words. I’m not nervous; he merely surprised me. “I’m glad I didn’t trip,” I joke.

Prince Christopher chuckles. “I doubt you would have. Your footwork is exceptional. You have a fine teacher, but you couldn’t have gotten that far without a substantial amount of effort on your part. I applaud you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Ah, where are my manners?” Prince Christopher bops himself on his forehead. His hand flops to his chest as he leans forward slightly. “Christopher Zalevet, at your service.”

“Charmed. Scarlet Embers.” I hold out my hand as taught in my perverted classes with Serine. Christopher takes it before lightly kissing the top.

Unfortunately, I’ve grown accustomed to these types of actions, at least to the point where my hand getting kissed by strange men no longer sends shivers of disgust down my spine.

A small crowd surrounds us. Prince Christopher was talking to a petite gathering of people at first, primarily other nobles consisting of unhappy wives. Looks like they were trying to go up in the world. The remnants of the entourage watch us from the outskirts as they listen in on our conversation. Some of them merely seem interested. Others eye me with resentment. A few provide Prince Christopher with mindful glares.

Up close, he’s even more handsome than I thought. Goes to show I can’t really judge someone across a room that well. The prince’s face is oval-shaped. He has lovely eyes, thick eyelashes but thin lips. They’re stretched into what looks like a permanent smile. Laugh lines crease his eyes. It shows he’s a joyous person, one who’s been joking with others his entire life. His blonde hair is styled formally, though it is short on top.

Upon his body is what looks like a navy suit. Not navy the color; like a naval officer’s uniform. There are minor tweaks that make it entirely original, though the vibe of the armed forces is still there. It has the Zalevet crest upon it, a symbol of two hands shaking each other to signify good relationships and trade. It is the backbone of our economy, after all. The uniform is chiefly white, though it is etched with gold lining in the buttons, pockets, and sleeves. An oversized coat, not much unlike a trench coat, sits over his shoulders. It matches the colors within the rest of his outfit. The gold is more prevalent on the jacket, it seems.

At his hip sits a single sword. A rapier, from the looks of it. The blade itself does not stand out much. The handle, however, is an achievement in and of itself. Well, the guard more than the actual handle. The handle is thin, ribbed with leather for an easy grip. The guard, the intersection between the blade and the handle, wraps downward like a spiderweb made of spikes. It looks painful, but it appears capable of protecting the fingers from a deflected strike. The spearman I sparred with today could have used that.

Damn, well, if he is as emotionally weak as Remi said, he hides it well.

“Truly, though, you were graceful,” Prince Christopher harkens back to earlier in our conversation. “Your sword-work fell upon your enemies like a gentle snow. The movements you made were serenity personified into violence.” His voice grows higher with excitement. The light mood upon his face softens even more. “And your gifts. A Dyad! I never thought I’d get to meet one in my lifetime. You could do so much! Spectacular!”

“You honor me,” I mewl. My face tints red.

Why are you turning red, face?! Huh?! Screw you! Can’t take a compliment?! What?! Is this because I’ve barely talked to anyone?! That I’m basically an introverted, sheltered recluse at this point!? Pathetic! Take the compliment and move on! Don’t let it phase you!

Gods, I hate Scarlet so much at times like these….

Dammit! Stop referring to yourself in the third-person, brain!

“You honored all of us with that presentation,” Prince Christopher reverses my humbleness back upon me, rendering it pointless.

“Do you have gifts yourself?” I ask the Prince. It might be better to move away from talking about myself. I know me, yet I don’t know anything about this man.

“I do, yes.” The Prince nods. “I was blessed with the light gift.” As if to prove it, his hand glows a brilliant white where his bones would be as he thrusts his palm towards me.

I stare at his hand. “I’ve not met another light user before.”

“Nor have I,” admits the prince.

I surge light within my palm as well. We greet each other warmly with a handshake. Not just as people but as individuals with a similar ability that only a select few share.

The glows in our hands dissipates as we break apart.

“Am I the only person you’ve willingly talked to?”

I blink. “Hmm?”

“This reception has been going on for quite a while. You’ve danced with many other people, but never of your own accord. Then you disappeared for a while. Now that you’ve returned, you’re talking to me.” Prince Christopher holds his gaze in my eyes. A warm smile humbles his face. “Why is that?”

I stare back. “Um, no reason, really. I…like blonde hair.”

I hate myself.

The prince’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Oh? You did not talk to me because I’m a prince?”

“Well, you’re only eleventh in line,” I reply flippantly. My eyes widen. I slap my hand over my mouth. “Shit. Sorry.”

Silence.

Oh Gods, I’m going to be execu—

The prince laughs. “Ah, too true. I have very little power in my family. I’m a descendant of the King, but I will never be one. It is fine. The lineage provides me with a fair life to do what I want.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“You didn’t. It’s refreshing. Most people aren’t so blunt right to my face.”

“It’s a bad habit.”

“It’s charming.”

“If you say so. You were paying attention to me that much? Enough to notice who I was and wasn’t talking to?”

Suddenly, the Prince grabs my hand again. He interlaces his fingers between mine.

“How could I not when you exhibit such grace and beauty?” the prince remarks. “But you’re more than that. It’s remarkable. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to talk to you. I’m glad you came over.”

Why is he so charming?! Mildly creepy that’d he’d touch me like this, but charming. Is it because he’s visually appealing? I probably wouldn’t feel the same if he were ugly.

Wow, where did that thought come from?

“Um, oooookay, haha!” I pull my fingers away, grabbing the hand he touched to hold in my other. “T-The feeling is mutual,” I fib. “It was a pleasure meeting you, but I’m afraid I must mingle with the other guests. Duty calls!”

The prince blinks. “I offended you.”

“Not at all!” I raise my hands defensively before my face. “I came to meet you, and I’ve got a good feeling for the type of person you are.”

“Is it positive?”

“I’d say so. Beyond simply stating my looks, you showed your interest in my fighting, something that I’ve spent many years on. It doesn’t mean nothing to me.”

The prince blows out some air. “Thank the Gods.”

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At that, I giggle. For some reason. I hate myself. Have I said that yet?

With that, I walk away waving like a little idiot. The prince stares back with his smile. His eyes never leave me.

Not until I’m back by Remi’s side.

Fingers snap before my face. “Wake up!” Remi shouts in my ear.

I flinch. “Sorry. Daydreaming.”

“Daydreaming of getting railed,” snorts Remi.

“Hey, language!” I flip my eyes over to Remi. She sneers at me with a knowing look. “And no! You’re wrong!”

“You may not want to be, but you’re acting strangely. Well, for you. It’s typical behavior for normal girls.” Remi puts a finger to my forehead. “You’re warm, and your face is flushed. You stuttered a lot while talking and let him touch you. I’m surprised. You’re more feminine than I thought.”

“Somehow, I feel insulted.”

“Ever since I stumbled upon you with that waitress, I’d assumed you wouldn’t be able to stomach marriage.” Remi touches her finger to the edge of her lip. “Turns out, you not only prefer the cup but the spoon that stirs it.”

I make a face. “You’re dirty.”

Remi ignores my comment. She clears her face into a more neutral tone. “What did you learn? Besides the obvious.”

I sigh. “He likes me. He was touching me. He recognizes his own faults. He’s got laugh lines on his face. He appears kind.” My voice lowers. “It would be easy for me to manipulate him if need be.”

Remi snorts. “With the way you were acting, I doubt it.”

“That…was…I was caught off guard. That’s all,” I stammer. “It won’t be like that next time.”

Stupid fucking hormones! Puberty, you bitch! You made me like this! You conditioned me! I don’t want to like what I like, but I like what I like, even though I don’t like what I like.

Shit, that didn’t make any sense. Whatever! I never thought I’d be reincarnated as a girl swinging swords in a magical fantasy land, but here I am!

My reactions can’t be what Remi was implying. I can’t be bi. I wasn’t bi in my past life. I like women. Only women! It must be due to my lifestyle. The only people I talk to are maids, guards, and my parents. No one of status. No one outside this house. That’s it. I’m sheltered. I barely get to leave.

Yeah. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing else.

My life is so fucking weird...

“Be on your guard for the next one,” Remi warns me. Her eyes wander over to Gai. He hasn’t moved from his spot at the back of the room. “Lower it around him, and he’ll take advantage of you.” She pinches my cheeks sarcastically. “If he sees you’re easy enough to arouse with a few kind words and a handhold, you’ll be naked in the bushes five minutes from now.”

I flick Remi’s forehead.

“Ow.” Remi rubs the spot.

“You go too far.”

“Maybe.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

We stare at each other.

“Hypothetically, if it looks like I’m faltering—”

“I will save you.”

“I appreciate it.”

Now, onto my next pick! Gai Regal. A man with a name that sounds like an off-brand whiskey sold at gas stations in California. Would you like a glass of Gai Regal? It comes in CBD infusion, too much cinnamon, and a divorced dad with three kids. Try it now!

I cross the room. My nervousness from before is not as apparent. I’ve already talked to one stranger who came here with the intent to marry me. Doing it a second time shouldn’t bother me as much.

It can’t go any worse.

As I approach, Gai looks up. He eyes me for half a second before looking away entirely at something else, unbothered by my appearance.

Annnnnd it’s worse.

Like an absolute saint, I muscle through the awkwardness. My body plops into a chair next to Gai’s. I breathe out loudly to get his attention.

Gai ignores me.

“Fuck it then.” I sigh. It’s easier to ‘act’ under these circumstances.

Saying that makes Gai’s ears perk up.

My feet prop up in a vacant seat beside me. I lean back, yawn, and put my hands behind my head. The motion pushes out my cleavage a liiiiiitle too much, but it’s part of the act. Ah, good. I’m not as nervous anymore. The lack of desire on Gai’s face makes this much more manageable.

Gai apparently hates royals and nobles. We have that in common. There’s no reason to put up a serious act. I can do what I want, talk how I prefer. If there were no one around and I weren’t in a dress, this is exactly how I would act. And so I shall.

“This party is garbage. Everyone here is a prick. Most of them deserve to rot. The rest should avoid touching others lest they spread disease,” I say, loud enough for Gai to hear. “Nobles are pains in the asses, especially my parents. May they all perish alone and unloved! Selfish fucks.”

Gai stares at me. After a moment, he pulls a tin out of his jacket. He picks up a glass filled with wine nearby, pours it directly on the table, then refills it with what is in the flask. He pushes it towards me.

Graciously, I take the offering. I tip it to my lips and—

Whiskey!

I nearly cry.

Having acquired a taste for it in my past life, I don’t flinch. Instead, my eyes close as I let the heavy flavors flow throughout my throat and mouth. “Thank the Gods.”

“You’ve had that before?” asks Gai. His voice is deep yet childish.

“Not in a loooooong time.” My tongue rubs the top of my lip out of excitement. Realizing this, I blink myself out of my daze. “Ah, sorry. Thanks for the drink.”

“Cheers.” Gai offers out his glass to clink.

“Cheers.”

We smash our drinks together. Gai tips his back, finishing it in one gulp. I do the same. The liquid burns my throat. It’s a good feeling. A familiar one.

“Who the hell are you?” Gai asks me. “I thought you were going to yell at me or something. What’s your deal?”

“I’m the one being honored at this lovely party.” I gesture about the room. My eyes are bland. “It’s great. My cup of tea.”

“My condolences,” says Gai. He pauses. “Wait, you’re the girl who cut up those guys from earlier?”

“Yup.”

Gai refills his glass, doing the same to mine right after. “That was hot.”

“Thanks.”

Gai begins sipping again. “Any time.”

“It’s not as bad as it could be. I get some choice here.”

“I guess that’s the point of this whole thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Didn’t know nobles still did these kinds of parties.”

Does he not know what this party is? Then why the hell is he here? Remi didn’t seem to know either, yet she still recommended him. I trust her judgment, but this man is a little aloof. But that might be a good thing.

“The against-my-will part is still very prevalent,” I correct. “But yes, I get to pick someone here. Well, I have to.”

“You’re lucky then. Most of you nobles bitches don’t even get to do that.”

“Yes, we nobles bitches have it hard.”

“And take it hard from your husband…unless he’s an old man. Then all the responsibilities fall on you to get that thing moving,” says Gai. His vulgar personality permeates the conversation. “Gotta produce an heir somehow, yeah?”

Up close, he’s got a weird style. It’s like a mix of K-pop and old-school teenage vampires from when that was a popular thing back in my younger days. His black hair is crazy and messy, but the sides are shaved. The hair merely flops over them. It makes his oval-shaped head seem more defined. Regal, if you will. From a distance, his beard looks shaggy, but it’s actually well-maintained.

Gai’s lean, built like a swimmer. I can see that through the way his dark suit hugs his body. A sword hangs at his waist, but its presentation is less impressive than Christopher’s. Black pants, vest, tie, and trench coat contrast well with the purple button-up shirt adding a splash of color beneath the darkness.

It’s his eyes that are the most…compelling? They’re light blue, an admittedly good contrast given his complexion and style. Huh. They’re like the color of glass cleaner or a swimming pool. Almost too blue.

“Guess my life could be a lot worse,” I note.

“Not by much.”

“Thanks. You don’t seem like you want to be here either.”

“How could you tell?”

“I don’t know. It was so hard to figure out.” I roll my eyes. “Why are you here?”

Gai shrugs. He drinks once more. “Just stumbled upon the thing. Got word of a high-class party up in one of the other lake towns and decided to come down for the week. I like to drink and eat. Throwing my family’s name around usually gets me that stuff. I like to travel. I’ve been all throughout Zalevet. To small towns, beaches, large cities. Everywhere. I like to fight, too. There’s no shortage of that.” He looks over at me. “And after a long day, I prefer a soft woman to warm my bed and nurture my cold, dark heart,” he reveals sarcastically. “You’re free to volunteer if you’d like. Might be your last bit of fun before a life of boredom.”

“Ha.”

If I were still Felix, I bet we’d be friends. He has a sarcastic, cold vibe. I’ve always liked guys like these. They’re way more exciting than me. Plus, he likes to travel and fight. That’s two things we have in common.

However, he basically just admitted he would screw me, and I’m not a fan of that.

An image of Remi raising an eyebrow judges me inside my head.

I brush it away, annoyed. My face lightly tints red.

WHY?!

“That sounds like the dream. The first part, that is,” I eventually speak after a pause. “Traveling. Fighting. Seeing new places. All I’ve known is this part of the world.”

Gai stares at me. He reclines back into his seat. “That so?”

I stare back at Gai. My eyes meet his. I do not blink. “Sadly. I’ve only ever been in this castle, the immediate area around it, and parts of Water’s Bastion. I don’t have a lot of freedom. I wish I did.”

The amusement on Gai’s face recedes. Recognition flashes across his features. He takes in a breath holds it in his chest, then slowly releases it out his nose. “Ah. I see. Okay. That’s why I’m here,” he chuckles. “Fate’s funny like that.”

What?

Gai leans forward. His hand rests under my chin. He raises my head so that I’m looking into his eyes. We’re a mere inch away now.

My breathing stops.

“I can save you if you want.”

Little butterflies beat about in my stoma—

Screw you, body! Fuck off!

With those simple words, Gai releases me. He drains the rest of his drink, then walks away. He proceeds out the large ballroom door exit until he is entirely out of sight.

I stare after him.

What the hell was all that?!

“Should I chase after him?” Remi’s voice pops up behind me. “Do I need to remove a body part from him for his unwarranted touching?” Her head slowly creeps over my shoulder. A smile builds on her lips. “Or did you…instigate…perhaps?”

I push Remi’s face away from me. “Leave me alone.”

Remi swiftly avoids me. She whips around, positioning herself in Gai’s now vacant chair. “It seems your conversation went well.”

“If I’m being honest, I like him better than Christopher. His lifestyle is similar to what I desire. We’d be good friends,” I express with honesty. “If I had to marry someone, it’d be a person like him. And you’re right, I think he’d get bored of me after a while. That bodes well for the future.”

“You wouldn’t exactly be friends, though,” mutters Remi. “More like horny rabbits forced into a cage together.”

“And there lies the problem. He’d probably want to…do stuff…a lot.”

“Scarlet—”

“Like, a looooot. It’s the vibe I get,” I interrupt my friend. “All the time. When he grabbed my face, I could tell that’s not the first, the fifth, maybe not even the fiftieth time he’s done that.”

“Hey, breaking news,” Remi moves a hand in front of my face like she’s wiping a window. “every guy in the entire world is like that. Some just repress it better.”

And I know that! Dammit!

“Do you hate either of my choices?” Remi interrogates me.

I frown. “There’s no perfect choice, but they fit within the category of ‘best I can do at the moment,’ so they’re fine.”

“Excellent!” Remi clasps her hands together. “Have you picked one?”

“I don’t know.” I look towards the door Gai exited. “Gai just left, so I think I’m stuck with Christopher by default. Even though he grabbed my face and asked if I’d like him to save me. Weirdo.”

“That’s what that was? He’s a bit romantic,” Remi says, shocked.

My face softens. “Wasn’t he?” I flinch. “No! Bad!”

That’s it, I’m punishing myself after this! Six-mile run! No dinner! You deserve it, body!

“Gai was always a long shot,” Remi confesses. “Christopher is a sure bet. Plus, it’ll make your father happy to have connections to the King. A win-win situation.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, ladies. Your knight in shining armor has arrived,” a voice suddenly interrupts our conversation. Only Alexander could say something so annoying at such a perfect time.

“What’s up?” I crane my neck to see the man. He’s built like a mountain. In the guard armor for the night, the same Nigel and Remi are wearing, he looks even more imposing. You wouldn’t even be able to tell he’s a douchebag. A lovable one, but a douchebag all the same.

“I’ve been informed by Lord Embers to bring you to him with your choice,” says Alexander in a less than jovial tone.

“Oh. Alright then.”

“You have one?” Alexander raises an eyebrow.

“Yes. It seems like it.”

Alexander, odd for him, rests a comforting hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be alright. You’ll get through this.”

Remi’s face contorts into one of shock. I myself nearly have a heart attack. Is Alexander being…nice? What the hell is wrong with him?!

“Thanks, Alex,” I say, calling him by his nickname. “I appreciate it.” I pause. Hmmm. Curvy girl likes him. Maybe I could help him out? Reinforce this good behavior? “Hey, what if I told you I could grant you an amazing wish?”

“Are you and Remi going to strip naked and make out at the location of my choosing while I watch?”

Silence.

I pat Alexander on the shoulder and walk past him. “Never mind.”

“What? Did I say someth—Ow! Remi!”

“Why are you like this?!” screams Remi.

I cross the room until I am by an array of three thrones set out at the back of the room. They’re slightly elevated upon steps so that those sitting on said thrones can look down at the party. My father sits in the one in the middle, and my mother is to his right. My brother Conrad is not present. He’s with a maid for the night, as this is no place for children. Plus, it’s way past his bedtime.

“Have you chosen yet?” Father asks me as soon as I appear into view.

“Yes.”

“Who, then?”

“Prince Christopher Zalevet,” I answer quickly.

Father’s face brightens. “Ah, the King’s son. A fine choice. I will send a guard to confirm whether he is fine with announcing the engagement. If not, have a second option on hand in case you are rejected.”

Wow. That was blunt.

Wait.

I don’t have a second! I didn’t think about that!

I’ll have to say Gai even if he isn’t here. That’ll buy me time. There’s no way I’m picking any of the other assholes I talked to tonight!

Oh no, is this what a panic attack feels like? My chest is tightening, and I think I’m going to puke. Yup, that sounds right. Great, great! Fantastic!

Haha! I guess I can always make a break for it! No one would want ‘the runaway.’ High risk, low reward, but better than the alternative.

Father calls a guard forth and speaks with him. The man nods at my father’s words. He walks across the room. Sitting down on my throne beside my father, I watch as the guard walks to the prince. He leans into him, whispering words as he does. The prince pauses. A smile reaches his face. He whispers something back to the guard. The guard nods, turns, and heads back towards us.

I assumed my father would just announce my choice at the party as soon as I made it. Guess that was a dumb thought. If the Prince had said no in front of a crowd, it’d have embarrassed my family and me.

The guard appears between my father and me. “He’s agreed, my lord.”

He did?

My father appears just as bewildered. “He did?”

Hey, have a little faith!

And why do I care?!

Ugh!

“Well done, Scarlet! A good choice! And you like him?” Father asks though I know he doesn’t care.

“As much as I can after having talked to him for a few minutes.”

“Most don’t even get that, dear,” mutters my mother from nearby.

“Hush now,” shushes Father.

Oh, joy.

My father rises. “I have an announcement!” his voice booms.

The band stops. Talking people cease their discussions. The only noises that remain are that of the occasional scuffling feet.

“I will now announce to whom my daughter shall be engaged!” Father beams at the crowd. “It is a proud day for me to present my daughter to a loyal man of such prestige,” His hand gestures out. “Prince Christopher Zalevet!”

The crowd mutters. Clapping soon follows.

Oh joy. I’m getting engaged to someone I met a few minutes ago. I know nothing about him nor he me. Yay! At least he seems easy to manipulate.

The people part, creating a path for Christopher. He moves towards the throne. He soon kneels, directing his body towards me. “I am honored.”

“As are we,” remarks Father. “I expect that you tw—”

“I object!” A voice interrupts my father.

Huh?

The crowd begins to mutter. All eyes, including mine, my father’s, my mother’s, and Christopher’s direct towards the back of the room.

Gai staggers forward carrying his flask. He drains it before tossing it behind him. “Delicious,” he mutters. “Was that the right thing to say? I object? Or should I have shouted something else to get your attention?” Gai openly ponders. He looks towards me and waves. “Hello, my lovely!”

I sink into my seat.

“What is the meaning of this!?” Father directs his ire right at Gai.

To Gai’s credit, he doesn’t flinch. He stares at my father as if he’s the most boring, inconsequential being on the planet.

Murmurs fill the room. Those closest to one another exchange tantalizing gossip. Their words hit my ears like sweet treats, though they are full of embarrassment. For me. And for Gai, if he cared, and I assume he doesn’t.

“Who is that?”

“Apparently, his name is Gai Regal.”

“Gai Regal? I’ve never heard of him.”

“Isn’t he a mercenary?”

“No, he’s a noble. Why else would he be here?”

“That man slept with my sister, I think.”

“Is he drunk? Does he know what he’s doing?”

“Is he one of Lady Scarlet’s lovers?”

“Will she choose him over the prince?”

“Why did he interfere?!”

“Go away!”

Gai bows before my father. The strained, drunken smile remains on his face. “My name is Gai Regal, son of Hazien Regal of the southern coastal territories.”

At that, my father perks up. Any signs of anger dissipate altogether. It’s not surprising given who he tried to set me up with before. The Astra family had strong ties to trade. In that sense, the Regal family would be just as good a pick for him as the Astra family, maybe even better. There are only six barons, and it’s not like they’re colleagues. If anything, each territory is in competition with each other. They act more like governors of states than rulers of a homogeneous country.

You’d think that the threat of a continental war would bring people together. Not at all. Everyone is still fighting for power in what I would deem “bitchy” ways. Marriage. Political assassinations. Kidnappings. Market manipulation. Whatever it takes to get the edge over another person for influence. It’s disgusting.

Then again, it’s comparative to politics back home, too. I vaguely recall a big fight over infrastructure spending in New York after a bridge broke, killing dozens of people. It should have been a unification moment where all parties worked together towards a solution. Instead, the money that should have gone to the bridge was given, divided, and depleted until only the bare minimum was used to recreate another crappy bridge that would likely break in a few years.

People are the same no matter the reality. Those in positions of power are the people who should never have it. They’re the ones that thirst for control. That think they know better.

There’s an interesting saying that tends to be true in history. Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. Weak men create hard times.

It appears that is yet another intrinsic aspect of humanity.

We are not yet in hard times. In Zalevet, weak people are making the good times worse. We’re teetering on the edge of war, yet these are the things we care about. Money. Status. Marriage. Power. It’s the way we are, be it Earth or Tellus.

“Ah, I believe I have met your father.” Father decides to sit back in his chair. He is much, much calmer now. “He’s a good man. That tells me who you are. As for my next question: why do you object to my daughter’s proposal?”

Yeah, no one else objected when Prince Christopher was chosen. Only Gai. To do so is likely a sign of disrespect, though I doubt Gai was considering that when he spoke. And it’s not like I care either. It’s the personal embarrassment that’s throwing me.

“I had a lovely conversation with your daughter not too long ago,” Gai begins. He raises his head, stands straight, then puts his hands behind his back in a respectful way as he tells his tale. “We connected so easily, like life-long friends. I’m twenty-three. I’ve met many people, but none of her caliber.” He turns to me. “Let’s say I like her. She’d be a fine wife. Growing old with her would be a gift beyond my worth.”

The look is…odd…that he is giving me. It makes my skin tingle. I can’t tell in what kind of way, though.

Other women in the audience look at each other in awe. They giggle, talk to one another, and point in my direction with what looks like happy envy.

“Interesting,” my father mutters.

“Lucky,” Mother says to herself.

Gai winks at me.

I frown. My gaze adverts away as a pink shade tints the skin around my cheeks against my will.

“If I may,” Prince Christopher cuts in. “I believe I have already accepted the engagement.” His tone is slightly annoyed. He eyes Gai like a hazardous roadblock.

“Ah, it was probably because I left to get another drink.” Gai casts his hand about like a net. “If I’d stayed, she would have picked me. I know it. Alas, I made a grave error, one I wish to repent for here and now.”

“Lucky,” mutters a bunch of women in unison. It’s a hushed noise but still noticeably audible. It makes the men in the audience shuffle with annoyance.

All eyes land on me.

I stare at my feet as I count the specks of dirt on the tiles.

Why is this happening to me? I don’t like this. I was never good at being the center of attention. Well, sober. Drunk is fine. I was always a bubbly, happy drunk. Most people are. I’m merely a statistic in that category.

This is Remi’s fault. She chose these two men. Now they’re causing me trouble.

I look up. My eyes catch Remi’s across the room. She was staring at me, but upon seeing my expression, she turns away. She scratches the back of her head nervously as she turns to…look at a bare wall?

Really? That’s so obvious! Look at me, traitor! This is your fault!

I can feel a new set of eyes turn to me from my right. I look in their direction to meet the gaze of my father and mother.

“Yes?” I squeak.

“Is that true?” my father poses to me. His gaze is bland.

“Is what true?”

Father sighs. Annoyance laces his voice. “That you would have chosen Lord Regal over Prince Christopher if he had not left?”

Why would you ask me that?! This is a delicate political situation! For me! You’ll be fine, dick!

“Uhhhhh,” my voice drones as embarrassment courses through me like a harsh poison.

My body sinks deeper into my chair as I try to hide myself. It only makes things worse. Gods, I wish I could disappear!

If I must marry, I’d rather it benefit me. They’ll both allow me autonomy in some capacity, though there will be sacrifices made on my end either way. It feels highly, highly uncomfortable to make such a blatant choice in front of a room full of people.

The edge of my tongue nervously rides across the top of my lip.

“If I may?” Gai speaks. His voice breaks the silence. “I have a proposal.”

Oh, thank the Gods!

All the eyes in the room angle away from me and dock back on Gai.

“And what would that be?” Father solicits.

“Regardless of whether Prince Christopher is the first or second choice, the fact remains that it was between the two of us, correct?” Gai, unfortunately, directs that question at me.

How astute of him. So he was watching more than I thought? Did he feign ignorance to me earlier, or is he simply that perceptive?

“Correct,” I begrudgingly agree before the crowd.

Muttering ensues from the masses.

“Then my proposal will be in everyone’s interest,” continues Gai. As soon as he speaks, the muttering stops. “A competition. As her father, I’m sure you want the strongest, most capable man to marry your daughter. This room is already full of people who are politically and economically capable in some capacity, but what about with the sword?” he provokes. “I suggest a duel between myself and Prince Christopher for the right to marry your daughter, Lord Embers.”

Annnnnd the muttering picks up again.

“A duel?”

“Between the Prince and a baron’s son?”

“Doesn’t that cross a line?”

“How exciting!”

“Lucky bitch…having two men fighting over her. Wonder what that’s like?”

“Of course, the Prince will win!”

“Sore loser shouldn’t have interrupted. What a waste of time.”

“That is—” Gai speaks loudly once more. “—if the prince feels he is capable.”

At that, Prince Christopher recoils. His eyes seemingly strike with a fractional second of fear before guiding forth fully with dispassionate hatred. “I accept, of course.”

Oh, Gods….

Well, this is better than me having to choose. Thank you, Gai, you saved me. I’ll give you that. Even though this is all your fault to begin with.

Still, I feel dead inside.

“Hmmm, a fine proposal.” My father strokes his beard. Even he now reclines in his chair in thought. “We shall make it a festival then. Two weeks from now—” Father holds up two fingers. “—the two of you shall duel. The winner, be it by forfeit, injury, or death, shall have the right to marry my daughter. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Prince Christopher nods. There’s a fire in his eyes.

“But of course,” replies Gai to the rules.

It’s a win-win situation for my father regardless of who wins me, sadly. If Christopher wins, Father has a direct line to the King reinforced through marriage. It might not be as strong as if I’d married one of his older sons, but it’s something. If Gai wins, then Father earns a unified truce between a baron focused on trade and that baron earns direct access to the country’s agricultural heartland. Either path leads to prosperity for himself and the kingdom.

Plus, I bet it feels great for him to have such important people fight over his daughter.

“Then you two shall be granted stay in the castle until that time comes. Eat, sleep, drink, and train at your pleasure. You’ll be granted hospitality on the western side of the castle. My daughter shall be at the east. I would advise you to keep this in mind and stay where you’re supposed to,” Father informs the two men with a deep, deep breath of coldness. It is very much him inferring that they are not allowed to ‘try’ the ‘product’ before they ‘buy.’

“Damn,” Gai jokingly hisses to himself.

Prince Christopher scowls at him. “Disgraceful.”

My face burns red as I seep further into my chair.

Father stands. “As for the rest of you, you may return in two weeks’ time to join the festivities! Spread the word! There will be food and drink in abundance! Rejoice!”

The weary crowd rebounds at those words. They cheer.

“And with that, we shall conclude the night.” My father humbly bows before his audience. “May your journeys home be safe and secure.”

With that, the party ends.

My father stops right beside me. His hand pats my shoulder. “They are both fine choices. Be happy someone is fighting for you. Maybe they’ll be more invested. At least in the beginning.”

He leaves.

I frown.

Mother abandons her chair as well. She dips down behind me to whisper in my ear. “You are lucky. They both seem to genuinely like you. It’ll make your life easier.” She kisses me on the side of the cheek, shockingly, before turning away to follow my father.

I feel the place where she kissed me. That’s the first time she’s lovingly touched me since I was a baby.

The guests are leaving the room, but Gai and Christopher have not. In fact, the two of them are now moving my direction. I gulp as they stand before me. I raise from my seat.

Prince Christopher is the first to speak. “I appreciate the opportunity.” He bows gently. “I’m sorry there will be such a delay before our union.”

Oh?

“Yeah, it is kind of annoying that I’ve got to wait so long before the whole marriage shit,” groans Gai. “Took the words right out of my mouth, prince.” He pats the prince on the shoulder. That formal showing in front of the crowd is long gone.

“Why are you even doing this?” Prince Christopher growls. His eyes narrow as he stares at Gai. “To cause a scene? To insult me?”

“Nah, I do what I want. That’s about it.” Gai chuckles. “Hey, since we’re both allowed to crash here for a few days, we should all do something together.”

I frown. “The three of us?”

“I decline.” Prince Christopher shakes his head. “If I spend time with anyone, it will be with Lady Scarlet. Alone, preferably.”

“That’s what I meant!” Gai snaps his fingers. He points at the prince. “We should both do something to get to know her better. It’s not every day you get to hang out with the person you marry before doing it.”

Gods, this world is screwed up.

“A fine proposal.” Christopher’s eyes lighten a bit. He turns to me. “I shall come up with suitable plans for a pleasant day if that is okay with you.”

“O-Oh sure,” I affirm.

“And we can actually have fun once you’re done with this ray of sunshine.” Gai jabs a haughty finger at the prince. “Besides, if I go first, you’ll find him boring. I want the guy to have a fair chance before I crush him, you know? I’m nice like that.”

“Is that so?” Prince Christopher closes the gap between him and Gai.

Gai laughs. “Whoa, there, champ! Save it for later.” His eyes suddenly darken. “Wouldn’t want your pretty blood all over the floor now, would we?”

I step between them. “Okay, enough.” My arms push them apart.

“Hm?” Gai grabs the hand that I’m using to push him away. His fingers rub over my palm. “Firm, but soft. You have lovely hands.”

Quick as hell, I snatch my palm away. I hold it close to my chest. “S-Stop that!”

“Ha, sorry to embarrass you, but how could I not touch you when you were acting so brazen?” Gai eyes me carefully. They relax as he glazes over my figure.

Again, my body tingles.

“Depraved,” judges the prince.

Before I can speak again, guards move towards us. They stop right before me.

“We are here to escort the prince to his quarters,” one of them says.

“Ah! Good! Okay then,” I mutter, glad to have a new conversation to go off on. I turn to Prince Christopher. With a smile, I curtsey before him. “If anything is not to your liking, please, reach out.”

Gods, I sound like such a tool. When did I become this person?

What am I talking about? I was this person when I worked as a public defender. I’m a cowardly, compliant bullshitter. Always have been, always will be.

Prince Christopher’s eyes lighten slightly, thankfully. He bows back. “I will. And I shall reach out to you regarding a time to meet.”

“I look forward to it.”

The guards lead Prince Christopher out of the ballroom. One guides him forward while the other takes the rear. They exit the room as two new guards, likely for Gai, enter after them.

“We’ll have a good time, too,” Gai says once Christopher leaves. “We seem a lot alike, so I’m sure we’ll have a blast.”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper hurriedly. “Give me the real reason before you go at least.”

“Why?” scoffs Gai. “Because I want to. Does any other reason matter? Besides, if I want to marry someone, I’d rather they be more like you than some stuck-up rich bitch clinging desperately to money and power.” He pauses. “Unless you were putting up a front, but I doubt that.”

“That’s a terrible reason to marry someone.”

“At least it’s a reason. You don’t get to have one, remember?”

Ouch.

“Plus, after looking you over—” Gai stares at me once more. “—you’re sexy. I could do worse. Nice figure. Big chest. It’ll be fun to see you naked.”

For the second time since the night began, I feel positively objectified. Even though Alexander says stuff like this rather frequently, he did not do it so blatantly on our first meeting. Not on purpose, that is. It took many weeks for his true personality to break through.

Instinctively, I put my hands over my chest. Red blazes my cheeks as both embarrassment and anger fuel my blood. “Dick.”

“That is what I’ll use.”

The guards walk up. “Lord Regal, your room is waiting.”

With a sarcastic bow towards me, Gai speaks, “Goodbye, Lady Scarlet.”

I bite the edge of my lip. “Goodbye.”