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Skydive was the crowned prince of Iacon. Heâd been told he was going to be placed in an arranged marriage for some political reason and that he was to meet who heâd end up with. The flier simply shrugged, keeping his faceplate firmly in the datapad he was reading. Hadnât even paid attention to the other royal.
Shadowblade, Vosâ princess, was not as calm. âYou telling me I gotta marry someone I donât even know?â She throws her servos up in the air as she starts pacing. âIf it was someone I knew and was friends with, alright, but someone I donât even know? And you only tell me this a couple minutes before I gotta meet him?â Her wings twitch an an agitated manner.
The datapad heâs been reading was plucked from his servos. Skydive looked at the other and reached for it. âYouâre going to meet your future mate in a couple minutes, youâre not going to be reading during it.â Wait⌠what?
âCan I at least know his name?â Shadowblade stops pacing and crosses her arms. âIâd like to know at the very least that before I meet him.â The King nods. âThe one you are to marry is named Skydive. And I hope you will introduce yourself with your actual name instead of that ridiculous nickname. What was it, again? Shadowblade? You wonât use that. You will use your name, Blaze.â This only got an optic roll.
There was a vent from the flier. âRemember, Skydive. Weâre doing this for the kingdom,â the Queen said. Skydive shrugged. âWhatever you say,â he said. Without another word said between the duo, they made their way to the designated meeting spot.











