𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 | 𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊. 𝒄𝒐𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

⃕⊹𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ AARON ZEROED HIS EYES ON THE DAGGER ON THE PRINCESS' HIP AS THE HORSES TROTTED DOWN THE DIRT PATH. He hadn't noticed it beforehand, but it became more obvious when she climbed onto her horse and he saw the imprint of a small weapon against her hip, concealed by her riding clothing.

It was a smaller weapon. Most likely bronze. She didn't have it the day prior, when they met for the first time, so assuming she received it today, they all were most likely paranoid.

And by they, he meant the entirety of the South American government and its people.

He could sense eyes on him, at all times. Whenever he left the guest room he had been given for his stay, he felt everyone's doubt and uncertainty towards him as they watched his every move. He's felt the bubbling hatred in the blood of many he was near in only a matter of hours.

The beast who came to steal their beauty away.

Warner accepted his position – it was always his' anyways.

However, he couldn't blame them when it came down to diplomacy.

South America was beautiful and the paradise he had hoped for in the North. The weather and the air, the air, was outstanding and just taking in a breath made him wish he could stay. However, simply because something is beautiful doesn't mean that it wasn't dangerous at the moment.

He was from the North, a foreigner. Someone who wished to enter the government by marriage. If the Estrella family came to the North, they would be limited on a countless number of boundaries. Even then, Warner and his team were given unlimited freedom under the Royal family. However freedom was never without a cost. He knew that was true and well.

Everything beautiful has something underlying in its skin.

Everything.

And that included Caralyn Estrella.

He had been give research before he arrived, but there was only so much one can discover on paper. He'd gone over it in his head millions of times before he met the destined ruler of the Continent. There wasn't much on her besides from the words of honest mouths and some basic material.

Her name, her education, military affiliations, role in politics.

Nothing that would help him win over her.

Nonetheless, it was expected as the government tried to protect the successors of their world. Warner was one of them along with the many others, but there was a similarity between Aaron and Caralyn that made them different from the majority.

They were the only successors of their Continents.

Only Caralyn Estrella and Aaron Warner would take over their Continents.

Only Caralyn and Aaron had the power to make an alliance by matrimony.

Only Caralyn and Aaron.

Caralyn and Aaron would be married at the end of the month, ensuring the alliance was binding through their holy matrimony – connected to one another for the rest of their lives whether they wanted to or not.

However, Caralyn was Your Highness and Aaron was Commander Warner in the current moment and the wind was not shifting.

The Princess and Commander were opposing forces, unable to gain what they desired from the other.