Aramis waited patiently at the landing of the grand, marbled staircase of the castle. He was going to be Aurnia's escort tonight, and though he appeared calm on the outside, his heart pounded loudly against his ribcage.
He stood there at the center in a black and white ensemble tuxedo, paired with black pants that were sponsored by the royal family. The officers and the servants who recognized him openly praised him for looking so handsome that night.
Meanwhile, the nobles of their kingdom who knew he was Anderewe's son gave him a few backhanded compliments, saying that he looked so handsome wearing an expensive suit and that they regretted that he wasn't a noble himself.
"Just don't mind them, Aramis. They were just jealous that their sons weren't even half as attractive as you." One of the female servants whispered to him when she was checking if the princess was ready.
