Arthur Leywin, Prince of Alacrya, is betrothed to Tessia Eralith, Princess of Elenoir. The problem? Arthur has never met his wife-to-be and doesn't seem to be able to despite their engagement ceremony coming up.
Oh, and he meets this amazing mysteri...
"A-Are you sure?" Arthur mentally slaps himself for stuttering. The girl simply nods, smiling hesitantly as she stands up, brushing the ice off her (admittedly cute) butt. The woman reaches over, and grabs the hair tie that sat by the top barrier. She begins to tie her hair up in an attempt to get her sweat riddled hair away from the skin of her face and nape.
As Arthur watches the woman tie her hair up, Arthur infers three things:
1.) This was a beautiful, beautiful woman in front of him.
2.) Her ice skating is so amazing Arthur felt like he could cry, and that was an understatement of the century.
3.) God, she somehow looks even better in a ponytail.
The woman's emerald eyes latched onto Arthur, and really looked at him for the first time. Arthur was a little surprised at the gasp that the girl gave out. Arthur raised an eyebrow when the gorgeous beauty took a few steps back, almost like in fear.
"What? Is there something wrong-"
"N-No!" The girl bursts out, freezing in place as she looks torn for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "I... I mean, um." The girl clears her throat before going in for a low bow. Arthur holds off a small, strangled-esque sound in his throat.
"W-What-"
"M-Mr. Arthur Leywin, Crown Prince of Alacrya?" The woman says meekly, looking up from her bow. Arthur freezes for a moment, still a little conflicted and confused. "The news said you'd be arriving today and... um..."
"No, no. It's okay." Arthur places a hand on the woman's shoulder. He frowns when the girl flinches a little under his touch. "Please, don't... You don't have to... You know." Arthur gestures to the whole of her. "It's a little awkward for me from time to time too?"
The girl nods, and moves from his bow. "S-Sorry Your Highness-"
"It's alright." Arthur offers a warm smile. "You know; since it's just the two of us, just call me Arthur okay?" He winks, smiling at the small flush that emanated on the girl's soft face. She looks adorable, and Arthur could not deny it.
"O-Okay, Your- I mean! A-Arthur." The woman says his name almost like in experimental way, rolling out the syllables and Arthur finds that he likes the sound of his name from this girl's mouth.
Arthur clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets in an attempt to hide the blush beginning to form on his face. "I saw your skating, you're really good! May I ask, are you competing or anything?"
The woman's eyes widened for a moment, looking at him intrigued. "Y-You saw me skate? B-But..." The woman trailed off, looking at her shoes- skates, he means. "No, I don't compete. I mainly skate just for fun."
"Really?" Arthur asks questionably. Figure skating was quite an expensive sport, so Arthur figures that whoever this person may be, she must be very well off, considering the fact that she doesn't even bother to compete. "Why not?"
"O-Oh, I'm..." The woman scratches the back of her neck considerably. "Uh, let's just say that... I'm a very busy person." The woman shrugs, fidgeting a bit under Arthur's gaze. Arthur is a little curious about what she meant.
Arthur hears a faint sound from somewhere, and he sees the woman pull out an artifact, most likely reading a message that came in.
"I have to go, uh..." The woman scrambles off the ice, like the ice was burning a sizzling brand onto her skin. Arthur raises an eyebrow. "It was nice to meet you, Your Maje- I mean, Arthur. But I have to-"
"Wait-" Arthur reaches out and makes an effort to grab the woman's arm, his grip gentle yet insistent.
"What's your name?"
The woman's eyes widened for a moment, gaze flitting from the hand that was grasped around his arm to the blue eyes of the Alacryan Prince. Arthur tried his best to look as pleading as possible as he tried not to drown in the beautiful pools that were the woman's eyes, emerald eyes that were laced with panic.
"U-Uh..." A pretty little blush dusted this woman's face. "I don't have a name."
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm serious!" The woman stutters out, and Arthur snorts.
"You don't have a name." Arthur deadpans. "Or you just won't tell me?"
"Somewhere in between." The woman smiles cheekily, panic still in her eyes. She gently pries off Arthur's arm, bowing so fast Arthur thought she had tripped. "I-I'm sorry, but I have to go."
With that, the girl runs off, leaving Arthur confused.
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