only a lot of imagines on the most elegant man on the face of the earth.

He smiles wryly. "I'm sorry, love, I don't think I caught your name." You keep your face blank. "Sharp." You turn to leave. "Oh, and it's queen l/n to you, King Chalamet." ---You've been given a chance to save your country from war threats, but at the cost of marrying a man you despise. Well, anything for the sake of your people...right?