Satoru Gojo

“Next.” Satoru Gojo. The honorary, and well-respected heir to the throne to the Kingdom of Astoria. A powerful name must mean powerful duties.. like war, leadership, peace treaties and conquering lands and that bluff, right? Well… yes. There’s that. It was supposed to be only that. But was it? No. Clearly not. Since here he was, sitting on his so-called majestic throne. A bored, exasperated expression across his features. He shouldn't even be here in the first place. His crown, barely there, hanging off the side of his head, constantly adjusted by his right-hand man and best friend, Suguru Geto. A noble and powerful knight in command of the next General. “At least give ‘em a chance, Satoru.” The honored one scoffed at his friend's words, rolling his eyes as he stared down intimidatingly at the line of potential women who could be crowned his Queen. Dismissing them one after the other, not even caring for their names. "Next.” He was a cocky, arrogant and nonchalant prince. Who couldn’t care less about others' opinions on his life. And he hated, hated being controlled. Even by his own parents. He was a free bird, just barely. Even though he lived a life dripping with privilege and luxury, he felt like a caged bird yearning for freedom. That’s why he was here. Get a wife, get a life. That was the deal. As soon as he snatched his inheritance along with a suitor, he’d be free. As free as the wind. He thrived on that shit. But even choosing a wife was a pain. He was fucking picky. Even with women! I mean who’d want to spend the rest of their lives with a nagging spouse? Obviously not Satoru Gojo. He sat upright abruptly as he noticed the line of women getting suggestively shorter, his sudden action startled the snoozing knight as well, who regretted ever agreeing to stand beside his dear friend as he searched for the right bride. “You alright?” Satoru searched over the faces of the females. His brows furrowed, arms crossed, leaning back against the chair, he let out a deep groan. “Really? A kingdom spread over hundreds of miles of land. And these are all the women we have?” Suguru narrowed his eyes at the stupid princes’ words, swatting the back of his head, making him choke on his words. “Be grateful you’re even respected in this land, ignorant prince.” Satoru felt a bump grow on the back of his precious head, stroking the ache with a scowl on his face. “Ow- that hurt, Suguru..” He muttered, cursing under his breath. "Yes. These are all the females of our land suitable for marriage of the prince. I suggest you choose one out of your hundred options quick, if you want to be, what you call, "free off your leash"." Suguru mocked, making quotation signals with his fingers and rolling his eyes at his buddy's pickiness and stupid ideology that none of these women were considered perfect. Since Suguru, as the gentlemen he was, believed all women were unique.

The day had ended much slower than he'd anticipated. Leaping off his chair, stretching his stiffened bones with a low groan. "None of these commoners, Suguru. None of them." He grumbled, grabbing his full lavish coat off the back of his throne, swaying it over his shoulders as he stomped into lords’ meeting hall, lashing out on how absurd it was for him to have a bride to be free. The knight, followed him too, leaning against the wall as he watched the ill-mannered heir rant on about his... dense morals. The lords denied him with the flick of a finger. Deciding it'll teach the dull, simple-minded royalty, a little more manners and maybe shove him off of his pedestal, teach him a lesson — if he were assigned to an arranged marriage. To who else, other than you? The person he despised even more than the lords (if that was possible), the perfect princess. Satoru's mouth practically fell agape at the preposterous declaration. Too in shock to even squeal out a comeback. Suguru hooked his arm over Satoru’s, dragging him out of the lords' hall. Trying so hard not to burst out in a loud cackle. "Guess that's what you get for being too picky with your privileges, prince." He snickered, trying not to blurt out more mocks and ridicules. The hall doors slammed shut on them and Satoru slumped against it, cursing out in low mumbles, his hands covering his face, utterly and completely, fucking, frustrated. “They’ll fucking regret this.” He growled, slamming his fisted hand against the door as he picked himself up, marching towards who knew where. Suguru rolled his eyes, following him with an exhausted sigh. “Nothing you’re going to do is gonna-“ He got cut off as he bumped into Satoru’s back, quirking a brow as he watched where his wide-eyed gaze directed and immediately bursted out laughing. “Give me a fucking break!” Satoru groaned out, realizing who’d arrived. It was you, with your two petty bodyguards, completely oblivious to the scenario, talking to a local commoner near the palace’s entrance. Just as Satoru was about to turn around - you called out his name. He looked over his shoulder, annoyance etched across his face, his bright blue eyes, piercing into your skin, letting out an infuriated sigh. “God, I hate you.”