Firstkhaotung - Truth or Dare

arranged marriage.

Pov First:

We were about to say our goodbyes when the front door suddenly swung open. A woman, roughly my age, with a serious expression on her face, walked in.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, looking back and forth between Khaotung and me.

We were both surprised and somewhat embarrassed by the unexpected visitor. "Who are you?" Khaotung asked, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. The woman smiled faintly and approached. "I am Isabella, Firsts future wife."

Her words hit like a thunderbolt, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Khaotung and I exchanged glances, our thoughts in turmoil.

Sensing the tension in the air, Khaotung decided to leave the room quickly, a sign that this was not good. Damn.

Isabella continued, "It was time for us to get to know each other, First. Our wedding is already in the planning stages, and I thought it would be appropriate for us to meet beforehand.

"I struggled to compose myself and attempted to be polite. "It's a surprise to see you, Princess Isabella. I had no idea that we were getting married and anything about a wedding.

Isabella smiled again, but it was a chilly smile. "Yes, my father and your father have arranged the marriage. We both have a larger duty to fulfill, First. I hope we can get to know each other in a suitable manner before the big day arrives."

Although I knew that such political marriages were common, I couldn't deny feeling overwhelmed by this sudden revelation. My thoughts drifted to Khaotung, to our love that had blossomed in secret, and to the weighty decisions looming ahead.

Isabella and I began a polite but uneasy conversation as the future of Khaotung and me faded before my eyes.

Pov Khaotung:

Isabella's words echoed in my thoughts. "I am Isabella, First's future wife." The sudden revelation of First and Isabella's arranged marriage hit me like a bolt from the blue.

I was back home by now, lying on my bed with a sense of helplessness. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. I felt furious, especially because it seemed like First had known about it all along. He had been deceiving me the whole time.I reached for my phone and started searching for information about Isabella on the internet. Almost immediately, I found articles reporting that she was set to marry First. These articles had been published just an hour ago.

The headlines on news portals read: "Princess Isabella and First: Wedding of the Century Planned!" and "A Royal Surprise: Isabella and First to Become the Next Royal Power Couple." The news was filled with photos of Isabella and First, seemingly taken at various royal events. I could hardly believe how quickly this information had spread; it seemed like news of the impending wedding had taken the public by storm.The images of Isabella and First, happily smiling together, felt like a punch in the face. I couldn't believe all of this had happened behind my back. Isabella's words from earlier still echoed in my mind: "I am Isabella, First's future wife." It felt like my heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.

Anger and disappointment burned within me. I grabbed my phone and continued searching for more information about Isabella and First. The articles provided some background on Isabella, who was the princess of a neighboring kingdom. She was described as extremely charming and elegant, with rumors suggesting she was seen as intelligent and strategically minded in political circles.

The wedding itself seemed to be a significant event eagerly anticipated by both kingdoms. There were even speculations about the political implications of this union. The photos of Isabella and First showed them together at various royal events, suggesting they had already spent some time together.As I went through all this information, I couldn't stop wondering if First had truly known about this arranged marriage before he met me. It seemed like he was leading a double life, and I felt betrayed and used.Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me. It was a message from First. Hesitantly, I opened it and read: "I need to talk to you. Can you come to me?"

I stared at the screen and couldn't believe what I was reading. With a heavy heart, I replied, "I have to work. Maybe tomorrow."

First's response came quickly: "It's really urgent. Please, tonight. I can't wait."I hesitated for a moment, torn about what to do. On one hand, I desperately wanted to know what First had to say, but on the other hand, I felt betrayed and angry. Finally, I replied, "Okay, either in 10 minutes at my place or not today at all. But be prepared, I'm not happy about this."

After sending the message, I felt torn inside. I wanted clarity on the situation, but I also feared that whatever First had to say could further destabilize my world.The ten minutes passed agonizingly slowly, and the tension inside me grew with each passing second. I was torn between the desire to finally get some answers and the fear of what First might reveal, which could shatter my world even further.Finally, my phone rang, and I almost jumped in surprise. It was a message from First: "I'm coming to you. Please wait for me."

I took a deep breath, trying to control my tumultuous emotions. As I waited for First to arrive, I tried to prepare myself for the conversation ahead. I wanted to know how deeply he was involved in this arranged marriage and whether he had known about it all along.The minutes passed, and I heard the door open. First walked in, his face filled with concern and uncertainty. We sat across from each other, and the silence between us was almost unbearable.

Finally, First broke the silence and began to speak. "I understand that you're angry and disappointed, and rightfully so. But there are things you need to know before you pass final judgment."I nodded and urged him to continue. First told me about the political background of the arranged marriage, how the alliance between the two kingdoms had been forged for the sake of stability and peace. He emphasized once again that he had no choice in the matter and that he had only learned about it today.

As he spoke, I tried to absorb his words and process my own emotions. While he spoke, I could see the pain and desperation in his eyes. It was hard to believe that he was truly helpless in this situation. In a way, I felt relieved that he hadn't intentionally toyed with my feelings, but at the same time, I didn't know how to handle this newfound knowledge.

After First had finished speaking, another silence settled between us. I struggled with my own feelings—anger, disappointment, and confusion. Finally, I broke the silence and said, "This is all too much to take in at once. I don't know how to deal with this."

First nodded understandingly and said, "I get that. It's also very hard for me. But I wanted you to know the truth before rumors and speculations make everything even more complicated."

We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. Finally, I asked, "What happens now?"

First sighed and replied, "The wedding will go ahead, at least for now. But I promise you that I will do everything in my power to change this situation as soon as I have the opportunity. I don't want you to suffer because of my duties and responsibilities."

If he only knew that all of this just makes it harder for me to accept that he's simply accepting the arranged marriage.

"First, I need to go to work. And I need time. Besides, you're probably expected at home."He approached me. "Khaotung, please." He wanted to take my hands. "No, First. I need some time to think, please go now. This was too much for me."
With a lowered head, he left. I didn't belong in his world of status, and I knew it from the beginning. I was a fool for getting involved in the first place.

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