prince Katsuki Finished <3

"You possessed an exceptional beauty and intelligence that radiated through your Regency-era attire, accentuating your figure and drawing attention to your features—full lips, a smattering of freckles adorning your nose, and your hair styled in elegant ringlets cascading down your back."

"Amidst the garden, you were engrossed in the fragrant blooms, the very picture of desirability across various kingdoms, attracting a long line of suitors vying for your hand in marriage. Straightening, you turned to face him, meeting his handsome yet stern gaze."

"Is there something specific you wish to know? I assume you've received a letter outlining the essentials of my background, aiding in your decision on whom to marry," "you remarked casually, wearing a soft expression. Your background encompassed fluency in 10 languages, extensive knowledge in literature, mathematics, and politics, alongside proficiency in dance and piano—truly, a jewel among women."

"Initially, you were opposed to the idea, but your parents insisted, fearing that the arrangement would fall upon your sister if you declined, a fate you couldn't bear to see her endure in a loveless marriage."

"You hummed nonchalantly in response to his brutish behavior, inwardly relieved that your sister wouldn't endure the loveless marriage you had anticipated. With a soft smile, you acknowledged your father's call." "Coming," "you responded and politely inclined your head toward Bakugo before making your way towards your father, the scent of your subtle perfume lingering in the breeze. Your graceful stride exuded an elegance that many envied, and confidence emanated from your every pore."

"As you ascended the stairs, you expressed gratitude to Mitsuki and Masaru for their hospitality, offering a polite curtsey, and gracefully expressing your anticipation for the union of the two kingdoms. Despite sensing Bakugo's gaze upon you, you chose to ignore it. A member of their staff guided the five of you towards the dining area, Bakugo being excluded. After thanking the servant, you took your seat with poise."

Mitsuki had organized a week for both of you to get to know one another before the upcoming wedding. Bakugo, with his less-than-charming personality, made the task quite difficult. Despite his brutish behavior, you continued to maintain your composure.

Opting to explore the kingdom you were set to rule together, albeit reluctantly, you felt that Bakugo held a dismissive view of women in general. You decided that if he didn't want your company, it was fine by you. The castle was sizable enough for you to have your own chambers, allowing you to avoid him at all costs if necessary. Humming softly under your breath, you strolled through a field of wildflowers on your way to explore the town.

Politely declining the carriage offered by Masaru, you chose to soak in the fresh air. Although your dress was soiled at the hem, you paid no mind to it. You entertained the idea of borrowing one of the royal horses to ride through the stunning fields someday.

Upon reaching the town, you greeted the men with a soft smile as you perused the stands lining the roads. Carrying a small purse with money, you indulged in purchasing some items. Craving pie, you didn't wish to inconvenience the household baker, so you planned to make it yourself. Spending an hour in the town, you interacted with the townsfolk, finding them quite lovely. While admiring a horse in a nearby stable, you engaged in lively conversation with a man named Kirishima, who tended to the horses. You even helped groom a black stallion, who seemed to take a liking to you, playfully nudging your face. Kirishima proposed, "Interested in riding him?"

Your face brightened as you replied, "Really?"

Grinning, Kirishima, who was quite handsome, prepared the stallion for you, named Maximus, and handed you the reins. Your smile radiated as he gestured towards the field you had walked through. "No rush to return him," he remarked, helping you onto Maximus. You slowly guided Maximus towards the field, your hands firm on the reins. You nudged him, whistling, and laughed as he took off. You leaned forward, laughter and the wind whipping through your hair as Maximus galloped steadily. "Go, boy!" you encouraged, urging him on. To any onlookers, it might have appeared as though you were in trouble, but you knew what you were doing. "Do you jump?" you asked curiously, spotting a log, and guided him to leap. Your cheeks flushed with excitement as you leaned forward, laughing as he jumped effortlessly. This adventurous riding wasn't quite princess-like, and you knew your parents would disapprove if they knew.

As Bakugo's presence surprised you, your hand paused in the midst of removing Maximus' saddle, having just shooed Kirishima away. Your windblown hair and heaving chest revealed the effects of the adrenaline, while the sun brought out the freckles on your skin, making them more prominent.

After an exhilarating hour of riding, you returned to the stable, joy evident on your wind-swept face. Kirishima chuckled at your disheveled appearance, blushing as you thanked him profusely.

Biting your lip, you heaved the saddle off Maximus, carefully returning it to its proper spot, and then gently removing the bridle from the horse's face. Running your fingers over the marks soothingly, you remarked, "Not something you'd put on a princess's resume. My mother isn't fond of my wild riding," a hint of amusement on your face. Kirishima shooed you away, stating that he'd take care of Maximus.

"Come by anytime; I'm sure Maximus appreciated the ride," Kirishima said, fondly petting the horse. Beaming, you assured him that you would definitely return.

You grabbed your purchases before heading out. The sky was darkening as an impending storm approached. Laden down with the bags, you trudged through the wildflowers, humming under your breath. Bakugo following behind.

You ignored Bakugo, finding amusement as the first raindrops began to fall. Tipping your head back in pure joy, you declared that this was the best day ever.

Drenched from the storm, you arrived back and entered through the kitchens, your skin still glistening from the rain. After wringing out your hair and kicking off your shoes, the staff fussed over you, but you waved away their concerns. "It's fine," you reassured them with a soft smile, cleaning your hands before beginning work on the peach-flavored pie. Despite being soaked from the rain, you looked stunning as you quietly worked in the kitchen, your outfit damp and sleeves rolled up, wearing an apron borrowed from the baker, engaging in light conversation with him stationed across from you.

It was heartwarming that someone took an interest in your day; joy lit up your face as you began recounting the details. You started by describing your walk through the wildflowers, the interactions with the townsfolk, visiting different vendors, riding a stallion through the field, and then sharing a laugh when caught in the storm.

You were certain of your skills, feeling a sprinkle of flour on your cheek as you neatly formed the base of the pie. A contented smile crossed your face as you meticulously prepared the peaches, blanching them in hot water, then shocking them in ice to easily remove their skins. The familiarity of the task was soothing as you deftly halved the peaches, removed their pits, and expertly sliced them with a confident hand. As you worked on the filling, a sense of peace washed over you. In no time, the pie was ready to be placed in the oven, and you couldn't resist sampling a bit of the sweet peach mixture, savoring it with a hum of pure delight. Carefully rolling out the top crust, you placed it over the filling, crimping the edges and making precise slits to prevent overflow. "Would you like to have a taste?" you asked, gesturing towards the small bowl of leftover filling before attending to the pie in the oven. With a satisfied sigh, you wiped your hands and began tidying up the kitchen.

The next day unfolded much like the one before, as you found yourself wandering outdoors once more. Requesting a book from the library and the use of a royal horse from Mitsuki, both requests met with her quick and warm approval, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare a simple picnic for yourself. Expressing gratitude to the stable boy for his assistance with the horse, you embarked on a leisurely ride through the fields, seeking out the perfect spot for solitude. Assured by the stable boy of the royal horses' training and freedom, you lovingly groomed Guinevere, setting her at ease, before settling down on a blanket with some fruit and cheese to accompany your reading. The wind gently tousled your hair, and a contented smile graced your face as you reveled in the moment. Clad in a dress that, while less formal, still beautifully complemented your form, you displayed a kindness ingrained in your nature by inquiring about the needs of the kitchen staff, who provided you with a small list to attend to after your meal.

After finishing the book in just an hour, tenderly closing the cover and gathering your belongings, you re-saddled Guinevere before making your way into town. Upon arriving, you left the royal horse with Kirishima and began gathering the items needed by the castle staff. Your kind and gracious demeanor drew the attention of the townspeople, some of whom boldly approached you to strike up conversations. Politely responding to their inquiries, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear before moving on.

While navigating the lively streets, you were taken by surprise when someone accidentally bumped into your knees, causing you to gasp. Looking down, your astonishment turned into delight as you set eyes on a little girl with a beaming grin. Squatting down to her level, you warmly greeted her and inquired about her name.

"I'm Emiko, are you a princess?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement as she clutched at your dress. Your laughter filled the air as you playfully questioned, "Do I look like one?"

"You rode a royal horse, you must be!" Emiko declared. Lightly tapping her nose, you acknowledged, "You're quite observant, Emiko," before assisting her back to her frantic mother.

Later, as you were returning to the castle, you explained to the staff that you had accepted an invitation for dinner from a family in the town. They were pleasantly surprised by your immersion among the townsfolk, and you mentioned this to Mitsuki and Masaru, apologizing for your unplanned absence. At dinner, your absence was noted by Bakugo.

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Brows furrowed you simply glanced over your shoulder with an inquisitive brow. He made himself clear, no interest in your presence and to make yourself scarce so that’s what you were doing. But you decided to be proactive about it getting to know the kingdom. You could hear his stomping through the hallway so you weren’t surprised when he burst in. Aligned with his brutish behavior. You returned to brushing out your hair in the mirror, “I just got back in from having dinner,” you remarked back turned towards him. You were not going to entertain his behavior. You had just finished taking a bath so your fragrance permeated the room. You had on a nightgown that was almost sheer. Humming underneath your breath you set the brush down before applying lotion to your arms.

You were a regular presence in the village for the next three days, effortlessly charming the townsfolk and children alike. Your laughter resonated as you joined in their games of hopscotch, racing, hoop rolling, and dancing. Returning to the castle just in time for dinner, you were met with warm inquiries from Mitsuki and Masaru, who were eager to hear about your day and the new friends you had made. After sharing fond conversations with your parents, you'd graciously excuse yourself to seek solace in the library. As you flipped through the pages of yet another book, you couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness creeping in. Despite enjoying your time in the village, there was a part of you that longed for genuine companionship and understanding from someone within the castle walls. However, the thought of seeking comfort from Bakugo made you hesitant. He had made it clear from the start that he didn't want anything to do with you and you weren't sure if you wanted to put yourself in a position where you could be hurt again.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the sound of the library door opening and closing. It wasn't until Bakugo spoke that you realized he had entered the room.

Your fingers traced the pages of the romance novel you held, feeling the weight of loneliness settling in. In an effort to fill the void, you had visited a bookstore and sought solace in the world of love that literature offered. As you glanced up at him, bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, you found yourself considering the limited olive branch presented to you. With a resigned shrug, “Okay,” you acknowledged that this might be the only gesture of goodwill you'd encounter, prompting you to focus on exploring the kingdom and cultivating friendships until your eventual marriage. Where you’d warm his bed, look pretty at his side, and stay out of trouble. Taking a mental note in the book, you set it aside and turned to face him. Expression soft.

You thought for a moment before suggesting, "Well, how about we start by getting to know each other better? I don't really know much about you besides what others have said. Maybe we could spend some time together, chatting or doing something you enjoy?"

You try to hide your disappointment, but can't keep the slight frown off your face. This was going well. "Well, not necessarily having fun, but maybe... something productive?" you suggested. Hands clasped in your lap as you sat tall on the chair by the window, it offered the perfect view over the garden.

You find yourself wearing a soft smile at his suggestion, surprised to be involved in political matters. Little did he know that you were actively engaged in your own kingdom's politics, regularly attending meetings and offering valuable insights. However, this was not the kind of information suitable for a princess's public profile. You lick your lower lip, “What time would you like to meet and where?” You inquire about the timing, a wisp of hair falling onto your face, which you elegantly brush away.

"Sounds good," you reply, stifling a yawn as you push up from the chair, book clasped in hand. You stride past him, quietly remarking, "Good night," before disappearing down the hall. It was evident that he was uncomfortable with the discussion and being in your presence. Your fingers tightened around the book, your only comfort in bed.

The morning raced by in a whirlwind. In the privacy of your chamber, the chambermaids persisted in assisting you in preparing for your outing with Bakugo, despite the fact that it was just a trip to town. You had to decline some of the more extravagant dress options they proposed, opting instead for a light blue fitted bodice with a high waistline and gossamer fabric that complemented your figure and complexion. Your hair cascaded down your back in delicate ringlets, and you chose flats over heels in anticipation of the discomfort they would bring. Descending the stairs towards the castle's entrance, the gravel crunched beneath your feet with each step. A gentle breeze tousled your hair, highlighting your beauty. As you approached Bakugo from behind, the sound of the gravel heralded your presence, knowing that any attempt to touch him would likely result in a withdrawal. "Ready," you announced.

You listened attentively, genuinely interested in learning more about the kingdom and its people. Despite his brusque attitude, Bakugo was an excellent guide, his knowledge of the kingdom clearly deep and thorough.

You could see that there was much more to him than his tough exterior, and you found yourself feeling more drawn to him than before. Despite the arranged marriage and the history between your families, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to have Bakugo as a partner.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized you had been lost in your thoughts. "Oh, my apologies," you murmured, your lashes fluttering. You brushed a stray ringlet behind your ear and waved at a passing townsfolk who recognized you, a warm smile gracing your face.

You hum in thought, gaze steady as you stare up at him, “it's evident that the kingdom is both powerful and thriving. I can sense the deep passion you have for your kingdom and its people. The people's trust in the King and Queen is unwavering, as they are known for making wise decisions, upholding justice, and fostering prosperity. The borders are well-protected, and the knights diligently patrol to guard against treachery and external threats. The delicate balance of power, compassion, and pragmatism is the cornerstone upon which the fate of your kingdom rests."

As you watch the children playing in the town, a gentle smile graces your face. "Bakugo, you'll make an excellent king one day."

Your face flushes furiously at his remark as you glance down, hiding a soft smile that his words have brought to your lips.

Your face lights up upon spotting Kirishima. You quicken your pace, making your way to the stallion that he graciously allowed you to ride. As you raise your hand to pet Maximus, you inquire, "How is my boy?" Your eyes meet the intelligent gaze of the horse.

"I'm doing well," Kirishima teases, eliciting a laugh from you. "He's fine and eager for you to take him out again," Kirishima adds, patting Maximus on the thigh. His gaze shifts toward Bakugo, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Bakugo!" The two were close friends. Engrossed in grooming Maximus and admiring his coat, you speak softly to him.

Kirishima nods proudly as you glance at Maximus with a wistful expression, longing to experience that sense of freedom once more. A wistful sigh escapes your lips.

Your surprise is evident as your eyes widen. "Yes, please," you remark breathlessly. Kirishima effortlessly saddles up Maximus, gently coaxing forward another horse named Bandit, a pure white stallion. With a giddy expression, you guide Maximus towards the field, leading him on foot this time. When a pair of strong hands assist you up, you turn to find Bakugo effortlessly supporting your weight. With ease, you climb onto Maximus, softly expressing your gratitude as you adjust the reins. Thankfully, your attire allows you to ride normally instead of sidesaddle, eager to charge into the field. You watch as Bakugo effortlessly mounts Bandit.

You can feel your own hair being lifted by the breeze as well, exhilaration coursing through your veins. There's a sense of freedom about it all that you've never experienced before and you struggle to hold back a whoop of excitement.

You're in a new place, an hour has passed, and Bakugo brings you to a riverside where the Stallions can drink. You're sitting on a rock by the river, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. Your hair is tousled by the wind, and your cheeks are flushed from the exhilaration, making your eyes shine. You look stunning as you're seated under the shade of a nearby tree, humming softly to yourself. Your head tilts back towards the sky, savoring the breeze brushing across your face. With your feet dangling in the water, you've lifted your dress slightly to avoid getting it wet.

"Thank you for showing it to me," you say softly.

Honestly, you had a lot to say in response to his remark. ‘I hope you feel a little more comfortable now,’ but that wasn't the initial issue. You had immersed yourself greatly into the kingdom, becoming fast friends with the townsfolk and becoming close to his parents. The real issue was his standoffish personality and how he showed no desire to get to know you as a person. However, you thought now was not the time to address that, especially since he had just revealed something so intimate. So you just hummed in response, swishing your toes in the water, a soft smile resting on your face as the sun highlighted your beauty.

You burst into laughter as Maximus nudged you on the shoulder. "All right," you said, reaching into the pocket of your dress and holding out an apple for him. You smirked as he took the whole thing, then whistled to coax Bandit over, offering him another apple. You chuckled when Maximus nudged you to the point where you had to put your hand down to catch yourself. "Okay, okay," you said, pulling out a sugar cube for him and raising your hand to touch his nose to yours. "Eiji is right, you do have a sweet tooth." You looked stunning, leaning heavily on your arm as you gazed up at the horses.

With an impish grin, you express, "You know, during the week that your mother, the Queen, suggested we spend time together—something you didn't seem all that keen on—I thought I'd spend that time mingling with the townsfolk to really understand your kingdom. I've been there nearly every day, lending a hand, playing with the children, and getting to know everyone." You casually gesture, downplaying your actions.

As you hummed in response, Maximus suddenly nudges you forward, causing you to lose your balance and tumble into the river. Briefly submerged, you soon resurface, eyes wide with surprise, and you can't help but laugh. "You little shit," you exclaim with a hint of a curse, gazing up at Maximus, who whinnies playfully. Swiping some water in Maximus' direction with narrowed eyes in mock indignation, you find your dress soaked and clinging, with rivulets of water running down your skin and your hair drenched. Even in this state, you look stunning.

"Thank you," you breathe, taking his hand, but the dress tugs you back. Frowning, you let go of his hand to grab the hem, pulling it up to your knees before holding out your hand again. He easily pulls you out. "I always forget how heavy these are," you grumble, looking down at the dress with annoyance, lips pursed. "My mother will kill me, but do you happen to have a knife?" you inquire, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, strands of hair clinging to your face.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to cut this," you state, gesturing toward your dress, eyeing the spot where you made the initial cut. "I can't ride well in this, and I don't think my undergarments would fare well if I were to strip," you say matter-of-factly, using your hands to support as the dress's weight bears down. "This is ridiculous," you exclaim, gripping the outer layer of your dress. "We're going to be husband and wife, so who cares," you declare, tossing aside all princess decorum. Finding the seam, you begin to tear the outer layer of the dress. As the weight is lifted and it falls to the ground, a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you step out of it.

"Yes, well, I'm not like most," you say, folding the outer layer and tucking it into the satchel. Your lips purse as the sound of fabric echoes when you tear it shorter. "It's ridiculous how they expect us to ride in dresses. Give me a good pair of trousers, and I'll show you how it's done," you murmur under your breath, unaware of Bakugo's amused expression. "There," scraps of your dress poke out of the satchel. "I'll borrow something from Eiji's stable, I'm sure I'll fit into it," you say, using Eiji's name casually, revealing how close you and Eiji have become.

Despite the comical sight, you maintain a sense of royalty, though the tops of your breasts are on display as you breathe heavily from cutting your dress. You brush water off your cheek. "Ready?" you ask, gazing up at Bakugo from under your lashes, cheeks flushed.

Your cheeks flush as he refers to you as his wife. "Yes, well, I'm full of surprises," you say with an impish smile as you gallop off across the field towards Kirishima's stable, leaving Bakugo in the dust. After a few minutes, Eiji finally stops laughing at you, and you stand before him with an exasperated expression, arms crossed, pushing up your chest. "Yes, yes, funny. Please, I need trousers!" Kirishima nods and digs around, occasionally chuckling. You playfully narrow your eyes and stick your tongue out at him. Bakugo had mentioned a jacket as well, and Kirishima fires back that he should just loan you his. You head back into a room to pull on the trousers, smiling as you make your way back out. "Thanks, Eiji," you say sweetly, looking up at him. Glancing at Bakugo, you ask, "Ready?" You notice that Bakugo has taken off his jacket and holds it in his hand.

Kirishima snorted at Bakugo’s remark about it being cold out, although it wasn't cold at all; you were just improperly dressed.

"I figured it'd match your personality," you retort with a playful smirk, tugging at one of the sleeves. "But thanks for the thought, husband," you add with a wink, teasing him with the title. The two of you decide to stroll out, choosing to cross the fields to avoid being seen by the townsfolk. You hum as the two of you make your way back towards the castle. You did look ridiculous, but stunning nonetheless. You feel Bakugo's eyes on you several times throughout the walk. In no time, you sneak through the kitchen to avoid your mother's wrath.

Dressed in trousers with your ruined dress over top and wearing his coat to preserve your dignity, your hair has dried in the sun, showcasing your natural curls. You look breathtakingly wild.

"I'll let you in on a secret," you say with a soft smile as you follow Bakugo into the hallway, the two of you playfully sneaking around the castle towards your room. "I've trained with my father for fun with the royal guard," you whisper, giggling at the surprised look on Bakugo's face. "I have five brothers, and doing princess things can get boring. It's not something you'd write on a princess's resume," you say, playfully shrugging and ducking beside a corner when a staff member passes by, both you and Bakugo chuckling softly. When he gestures for you to follow, you successfully make it to your room. Gently taking off his coat, you pass it to him, the tops of your breasts on display again, curls falling like a halo around your head as you smile up at him. "Thanks, I had fun."

"Please don't, it's my fault," you implore, laughing at your appearance.

The situation returned to normal, which was frustrating. You had hoped to break through his tough exterior. As you played a love song on the piano, dressed in a beautiful gown with half of your hair tied up and the other half down, and with natural makeup, you became lost in the music. Startled by the sound of clapping, you turned to see Masaru and Mitsuki seated on the couch. Blushing, you tuck a tendril of hair behind your ear and apologize, asking if the music was too loud.

As you rose to curtsy, Mitsuki waved it off, praising the beauty of the performance. Masaru excused himself, and you moved to sit beside Mitsuki when she patted the seat. She inquired about her son and you hesitantly replied that you had spent the day together, though in reality, he had refused to hang out with you. Mitsuki expressed frustration at her son's behavior, lamenting that he couldn't even follow instructions to get to know his wife if he wished to be king.

You apologized, feeling unsure of where you had gone wrong. Mitsuki praised your efforts of immersing yourself among the townsfolk and thanked you for your admirable actions. Blushing, you waved off her remark, insisting it was nothing. After chatting with Mitsuki, she left you to your thoughts, where you found yourself staring out the window with a romance book in hand. With a wistful expression, you thought about your loveless marriage, a tear escaping before you hastily wiped it away.

As you composed yourself and stood up, ready to leave the library for the stables, you were stopped by Masaru, who quietly asked if you would like to take a walk in the gardens. You accepted his offer, feeling that his demeanor was quite different from that of his wife and son.

You didn’t think your hurt was visible, and you blushed, feeling embarrassed. "I’m sorry, I’m trying—" Your voice cracked, and Masaru hesitated before pulling you into a hug. You sank into the King's embrace, thanking him for his kind words.

"I’ve learned from your father that you train with the knights?" Masaru inquired, and your eyes widened in surprise that your father would mention that.

Masaru softly reassured you that it was okay. "Come see our training grounds, my wife can loan you some clothes for training. That might take your mind off my son’s brutish behavior," he suggested.

You eagerly accepted, and within twenty minutes, you were dressed in the queen's, Mitsuki’s, training clothes—fitted women’s trousers and a loose blouse for movement. Masaru changed as well, and then indicated for you to step onto the mat. You gazed around, impressed, as Masaru offered you a sword. Confidently, you took it and inquired curiously, "What exactly did my father reveal to you?"

"Everything," Masaru grinned.

An hour in, the King and you were sparring. Your hair had come loose around your face as you swung with confidence, the sword lunging for him. He matched your skill, and you managed to knock it out of his hands several times, apologizing each time. Masaru only laughed it off. At the end, you had a sword to his neck, his eyes wide in surprise. "Excellent skills, Princess Akira," he remarked with a smile on his face. “You’ll make a wonderful Queen someday.”

You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy at the King's compliment. Knowing that you have potential to be a great ruler for your people makes you feel all the more determined to make this marriage work, even if it means working through Bakugo's difficult personality. Or a loveless marriage…

"Thank you, Your Highness," you reply with a smile. "I am honored to have trained with you."

As you both left the training grounds, King Masaru spotted Bakugo standing in the courtyard, his arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face. King Masaru deliberately blocked Bakugo from your gaze, engaging you in conversation while giving Katsuki a disappointed expression. It was clear that King Masaru was not impressed with Bakugo’s rude behavior towards you.

The two of you then disappeared into the castle, leaving Bakugo on the training grounds.

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Despite her composed appearance, Queen Mitsuki was barely containing her anger. You could sense her disappointment. Your parents, the King and Queen of your own land, along with King Masaru and Queen Mitsuki, had noticed as well. After a meeting, they decided to call off the arranged marriage between you and Bakugo, since he didn't seem interested. Mitsuki and Masaru believed you would be a perfect ruler for their kingdom, but they didn't want to force a loveless marriage upon you. So instead, they signed a treaty to end the war between the two kingdoms. As punishment for his lack of effort, Queen Mitsuki found the weakest princess and arranged for her to marry Bakugo instead. She hoped this would make him question where you went and lead him to seek you out due to your strength. The Korean carriage departed for the docks to set sail back home. As you said farewell to Queen Mitsuki and King Masaru, they apologized for not being able to help. But they reassured you that it wasn't your fault. The journey to the docks took six hours, during which you spent in peace reading a romance novel while your parents looked on with concern. Halfway through the ride, you switched carriages in order to be alone with your thoughts. You would miss the Kingdom and its people dearly; they were truly wonderful. Three hours later, you arrived at the docks where the Korean Kingdom's vessel was waiting for you. Gathering your skirts, you climbed aboard and prepared to set sail on your journey home.

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