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"Your highness, the king wishes to meet with you." Said the servant, holding the door slightly open.
"Alright, coming" Kaeya sighed.
He knew very well the reason the king, his father, asked to see him.
"Please ready yourself, the king is waiting, your highness."
"I know, I know." He stood up to reach for his vest, which he swiftly threw over his white blouse, which was quite revealing, to say the least.
But who would dare critizise the only Prince's choice of clothing?
But except for the high rank nobles, no one really minded the little eye candy he offered them. Some even found that it added to his "charm".
He wore his knee length boots and tied his hair into a low ponytail he rested on his left shoulder before heading out to meet with the king.
Upon arriving, he knocked twice on the door before going in.
"Kaeya, my son. How are you doing? Take a seat." The king beamed.
Kaeya did as he was told, and took a seat.
"I hope you're doing well. You do know why I called you here, do you not?" The king asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Of course, father." Kaeya quickly replied, also smiling.
"Good. But even if you do know, you still haven't done anything."
Kaeya looked away, not replying. Which was quite rare, since he always seemed to have something to say.
"You are already 19 years old. Don't you think it's time to search for a suitable partner?"
Kaeya was still quiet. Even if he argued, he knew his father wouldn't listen.
"Listen, Kaeya. You are my only son and the only heir to the throne." The king sighed.
"A king cannot rule without a queen, and you know that. So if you do not find someone suitable within 60 days, I will choose one for you myself."
Kaeya stared in disbelief. He was supposed to find a suitable partner in just two months?
He already knew who his father would choose. Of course, it would be the daughter of the duke, and his childhood friend, Jean.
Jean would be a suitable ruler, but he could not bear the thought of marrying her.
All he ever saw her as was a good friend, and she was clearly not his type. No offence. And if he ever voiced that opinion, his father would marry him to one of the noble's daughters, which was even worse. All they're ever after is money and power. They cling to him as if he's a tool to satisfy their gready selves.
He couldn't even converse with them without having the urge to walk away or tell them to back off.
So how could he marry one?
Then what choices does he have?
It was easy for anyone who knows him to figure he's the type that hates commitment. Some even view him as lazy.
But he never failed a task that was assigned to him. Even if the means are...a bit unusual at times. So he was far from incompetent.
But this? He had no idea how to go about it.
He can't just anounce he's looking for a fiancé, since all the power hungry nobles would instantly offer him their daughters on a silver platter in hopes of becoming members of the royal family.
He did not want that.
He wanted to think, but he was too tired to do so. And what was better then a glass of wine to help one relax?
He ordered one if the servants to bring him a wine glass, which he poured the excisive liquor in as soon as he returned to his chambers.
He was not quite accustomed to drinking in broad daylight, but he felt as he needed that right now.
Another thing that could stray him away from all this mess was a breath of fresh air, so he went out for a walk in the vast castle grounds.