Chapter Text
Till was getting ready to meet the person he was going to marry and be with for the rest of his life. He stared at the outfit he was expected to wear: a pretty light green sleeveless dress. He liked the color, it matches the color of his eyes, but he didn’t want to wear it. His unfortunately long grey-ish green hair tied up in an elegant updo. Till knew he shouldn’t be so opposed to it, especially since he had always been given dresses and feminine clothes all his life and never minded it before. But this time, it felt important to wear something that showed his true self. The self his father didn’t know about, the one his mother adored but couldn’t acknowledge in public. He was cursed to be ‘Princess Till’ until his father died. Till just hoped that when King Urak finally passed, Ivan, the prince he was marrying, would accept him, otherwise, the deadline would be extended until Till himself died. With an annoyed sigh, Till began to put on the dress. At least it was soft.
When Prince Ivan arrived at dinner, he gave a polite smile to Till, one that Till didn’t return. Ivan decided to ignore that. “It is nice to finally meet you, Princess Till,” he said as he sat down in the chair across from him. Till nodded.
”It’s nice to meet you too...” He noticed Ivan’s red pupils and the sharp snaggletooth sticking out of the left side of Ivan’s mouth. The Prince looked like he belonged straight out of a vampire romance novel, it was kind of creepy. His jet black wispy hair does not help to deny that image.
When the two maids, Sua and Mizi, brought out the food, Till immediately felt his heart rate increase. He had always had a bit of a crush on Mizi since they were kids. He felt guilty for it, though, knowing that Mizi and Sua were in love. He had learned that when he confessed to Mizi at fifteen. The food smelled delicious; whoever the chef was had really outdone themselves, probably trying to impress the prince. “So uh..” Till started, not wanting to have an awkward silence to hang over the whole dinner. “When is the wedding day? My father never told me.”
“Ah, it is February 14th. I believe your mother chose the date. I’m guessing she has a thing for cute romance. It also just so happens to be the day I was adopted.” Ivan said, before taking a bite.
“Oh... interesting” Till said, as he poked at the food with his fork, not feeling hungry.
“Hm... How do you feel about it, Princess?” Ivan asked. He wasn’t blind or oblivious to Till’s obvious reluctance. The question surprised Till, since he had never been asked about how he felt about anything besides by his mother and Mizi.
“I’m not exactly excited about it... but you do seem nice, Prince Ivan. How about you?” Till responded.
“If I had to be honest with you, Princess. I don’t feel any sort of romantic love for you,” Ivan said plainly, shrugging. “But I do hope we have a nice life together.”
“S-Same for you, I guess…” Till mumbled, fiddling with his fork. The silence after that exchange was even more awkward, and it lasted throughout the dinner despite Till’s efforts.
Till felt both relief and regret when he got back to his bedroom, to the point where he threw his pillow at the wall. That whole thing had been a mess, Till really tried to keep his composure but that obviously did. Not. Work. But he was so exhausted, so he decided to change into pajamas and go to sleep. Hoping the next meet up goes better.