𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞: 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝓇𝓎 𝐼𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓇, 30. 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: f/nb ↳𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: Young prince ought to marry, and so, a bride must be selected from one of the many families at court. Catch is, the lovely lady must pick a ring out of ten, the one that chooses the right one will be chosen to betrothe the sole heir of the kingdom.
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･ﾟ° ☾ ༓ △ 𝒜 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶𝓁. Young prince had been excused from choosing a bride since no other had selected the ring he had placed upon marble altar a year ago. This year, he knows no other will find the correct one... the key to his heart and promise of a future alongside a king. Nine out of ten rings are grand, some more than others, gemstones and gold, brilliantly placed so none out of nine families picks correctly.
His mother, former queen of the lands, had come from a humble villa. His father had traveled across territories long ago, and so, they met and married, the ring that has placed amongst others is the one that has been gifted from his father at that time, humble... pretentious, a sincere symbol of genuine sentiments and avowal of affection. ❛ I am telling you, we’ll celebrate tonight... another successful year of being unmarried to some self-seeking, spoiled aristocrat ❜. Henry whispers to his best friend since childhood,waiting as the ladies from court are brought to the mid of the throne room, one after the other walking to chose their ring. No one would ever think a prince would place a frail golden band with stars caved and a single, very small emerald to adorn. ❛ If they do chose, then I promise I’ll give my heart as a whole... then I’ll believe there is fate after all ❜.