The empress is mine (discontinued)

The old king's tale.

"No your highness, people saw you last night. Do not go outside again please?" Sir Robert asked.

The crown prince, who we know as the old king, Rían Isthia loved to go outside at night and have his knight on lookout.

He's been meeting up with Amara Soven, the powerful duke Soven's daughter.

"It is a crush your highness it is not-" sir Robert said. Standing at 5"11 with brown hair and green eyes sir Robert was only a couple inches shorter than prince Rían.

"Love. Yes I know your poem by heart now sir Robert." Rían finished his sentence, sighing.

Their usual banter always ends in a good note, for sir Robert was around the same age as Rían- 28 years old, but this time there was only bad news the whole day.

Ruining Rían's day entirely.

Earlier that day.

"Crown prince Rían Isthia of the Isthia Empire, and Crown Princess Serabella Soven of the Isthia Empire and house Soven everyone."

Rían's father, Emperor Magnus, had announced this at the ball he prepared in Rían's honor of marriage.

Rían was visibly upset the whole ball, and for very good reasons.

His father didn't tell him anything about him getting married. He found out along with the rest of the castle at the ball.

But that's not the only thing that pissed him off.

His father had known about Amara, and yet still chose to marry him off to someone else.

His father was sitting on his throne up a flight of stairs that had rugs that were blue and black, colors of the Empire.

Climbing the stairs he bowed to his father, a man in his thirties with black hair and grayish eyes, and asked if he may speak.

Taking after his father with black hair, and his mother, who had died recently, with his his blue eyes he was the perfect mix of both.

"May I speak father?" He asked.

"Yes my son, you may" his father said.

"Father, when did you decide on my wife? And why... why Serabella?" Rían felt betrayed, his father had promised him he could pick his own wife.

"Duke Soven found something on Amara, my son, something I cannot look over and forget. I must act as a reasonable Emperor for this nation."

"You are also my father. I did not pick Serabella."

With a wave of his hand Rían knew the conversation was over. He wasn't mad; he let his emotions take over. He could've convinced his father to call off the marriage if he had been smart.

The music changed and the Emperor had called for the soon to be married to have their first dance.

He walked down the stairs straightening his posture with his head held up high and a smile on his face.

"May I have this dance my princess?" He asked her.

She was a woman standing at 5"4 olive skin tone and looked like she was 22, with red hair and blue eyes she looked fiery.

But she wasn't that at all. She was known for her calm nice spirit.

She nodded and stepped away from the multiple ladies who were swooning over him.

"I am sorry. I know you love Amara." She said immediately after getting into dance position.

"Actually, I have a question. Why did your father put you up for the position? Your sister is older than you."