Rosanne Amalgamation

💍The Gears Of Fate Begin to Spin💍

The light blue haired male cat walked the streets of Rosanne's Capital Kingdom with grace. His long locks flowing down his back like a waterfall and his skin shining under the Rosanne sun. He was the fairest of them all.

The Duke of Rosanne, otherwise known as Virion (and to his haters as Virion the Vain), constantly made rounds around his central kingdom. Women dressed fancily swooned and gushed at him when he graced their lives with his presance.

This was the life Virion wanted to keep forever. The admiration of hid people radiating off of him and others to desire him. He saw a lovely group of bountiful ladies hiding their faces with hand fans and giggling amongst themselves. He sent them a wink causing one of them to fall to her knees. The others just gasped and fanned themselves a little harder.

The attention is what drove the Duke of Rosanne. He thrived in the love the women of his country gave him. It's what made the spoiled brat who he was. He kept strutting along the streets with all his self confidence.

He approached the vast castle in the very center of Rosanne. Not the wisest place to place the royal family but Virion always desired to be the center of attention. With his castle like this, he was the heart of Rosanne in all literalness.

He gazed at the tens of dozens of guards sinoly standing by to make sure he, and specifically he, was safe in luxury. He approached the gates and the soldiers silently let him pass without a need for words. They knew not to waste the Duke's time. 

Duke Virion entered his palace, like normal. He could see the busy work of many maids. He didn't enjoy butlers as much. Virion wasn't as big of a fan of Men as he was Women, but if he needed to he'd rely on them. He stopped one of the maids who assisted him quite often and spoke with him. She was a cute, fragile little thing. He'd often use her as practice for compliments he'd use to sway the women of the country his way.

"Miss Aiko, pray tell what is happening?"

The childish Maid with dry, dead hair in strands similar to ropes and large playful eyes looked up at Virion's own. She held a tablecloth in her arms with placemats stacked on top. Her maid outfit just like the others. She smiled after comprehending the question.

"Ah! Welcome back Master! We are setting everything up at the table for her to arrive!"

Virion blinked. The maid, who he happened to know her name as Aiko,  was about to to turn around and resume her task. Virion stopped her by grabbing the servant's Wrist. Aiko turned around once more and met eyes with her idolized master.

"Who is she?"

The maid simply giggled in response. She looked at the Duke's puzzled expression and went back to her resting smile. Virion was more than confused. She? His Mother never left and he was still single with every Rosanne girl at his beck and call. Who could she be?

"Your Bride, Master."

Virion did a double take. Aiko started it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her dark, crimson red strands bouncing on her back as she spun around to return to her duties. Virion was Left dumbstruck standing there.

A bride?! Since when was he, the dukiest of dukes, betrothed?!