'Q-quite a grand affair- wasn 't it, sir? '

Toji lets out a gruff, noncommittal grunt in response, seconds away from

rolling his damn eyes

as he listens to the newly-stationed recruit babble on and

on

about 'seeing a royal wedding up close. '

Toji Fushiguro has always known that he didn 't deserve you -

no one

did.

No prince, nor duke, but

particularly

not that prissy, pompous Zenin heir you 'd supposedly been betrothed to since birth. What was his name-

'Naoya! '

Ah, yes.

Toji 's scarred lips curl when he watches the prince

slam

the staggering mahogany doors of your royal room open, stomping down the winding hallway in all his sour-faced glory. Not quite Prince Charming if you asked

him.

'Ijichi- ' He sends a sharp nod to the bespectacled knight, signalling him to follow the heir. As much as he hated the brat, it wouldn 't do to widow you so soon-

especially