Volume 1 Episode 1 – A Matchmaking Meeting with the Grumpy, Downer Third Princess


I Just Wanted to Call Off the Arranged Marriage With the Princessโ€”Someone I Could Never Possibly Be a Match Forโ€”But for Some Reason, She Took a Liking to Me and Is Now Closing in on Me


โ€œYouโ€™re going to meet the Third Princess soon.โ€

No sooner had I been summoned to the study in the mansion than my father suddenly started rambling. I shrugged my shoulders in exasperation and gave him a particularly gentle smile.

โ€œYou are tired. Letโ€™s call it a day, shall we? Come on?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not senile.โ€

โ€œYour gray hair has really increased.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s silver.โ€

A vein throbbed at my fatherโ€™s temple.

I tried to change the subject and pretend I hadnโ€™t asked, but if I pushed it any further, Iโ€™d be in for a lecture that would last until dawn.

The sun had already set, and the room was lit by candlelight. I was feeling sleepy and wanted to wrap this up quickly.

โ€œAnyway, youโ€™re going. Itโ€™s a done deal.โ€

Was this an offer I couldnโ€™t refuse? I didnโ€™t know how Iโ€™d ended up in this position, but the atmosphere didnโ€™t feel like one where I could run away.

I guess I have no choice.

โ€œFineโ€ฆ but when?โ€

โ€œTomorrow at noon.โ€

โ€œWhy are you telling me this now?โ€

Itโ€™s nighttime, isnโ€™t it?

There wasnโ€™t even a dayโ€™s notice left, and there was no way I could prepare myself mentally.

โ€œYou had plenty of time, didnโ€™t you? Why the night before? Wait, you didnโ€™t just ride in on a fast horse, did you?โ€

โ€œI was notified over three months ago.โ€

โ€œSo why now?โ€

It wasnโ€™t that he didnโ€™t have time to tell me. He only had time to tell me now. But why did it have to be at the very last minute?

โ€œYou didnโ€™t just keep it tucked away in your desk, did you?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t lump me in with you.โ€

โ€œI wouldnโ€™t do something like that either.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™d hate it, wouldnโ€™t you?โ€

I was at a loss for words.

โ€œโ€ฆWell, I suppose so.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t think youโ€™d run away, but having to listen to complaints every day is a hassle. Thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m telling you now.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m incredibly grateful that you understand me so well.โ€

โ€œBecause Iโ€™m your father.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s sarcasm.โ€

โ€œWe get along well.โ€

Ha ha haโ€ฆ This is too much. Iโ€™d love to see what his parents look like. But if I said that, heโ€™d probably bring over my grandfatherโ€”whoโ€™s the very picture of a stick-in-the-mudโ€”so Iโ€™m definitely not going to say it.

โ—†ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†

Everything was all set for the arranged marriage meeting.

โ€œDamn it, theyโ€™ve got everything prepared down to the last detail.โ€

Iโ€™d even bought a new formal suit, and the tightly cinched sash was making it hard to breathe. The venue for the meeting was a restaurant favored by the royal family.

As I stood in the waiting room, frowning at my reflection in the mirror, my father walked in. He gave me a once-over from head to toe and nodded in approval.

โ€œYouโ€™re being swallowed by the suit, but I suppose itโ€™s passable.โ€

โ€œThank you very much for the kind wordsโ€

โ€œDonโ€™t flatter meโ€”itโ€™s embarrassing.โ€

How on earth am I supposed to make this father understand thatโ€™s sarcasm? He must be planning to attend the meeting himself, because Father is also dressed in a full formal suit.

I thought about stepping on his foot, but he pulled it back so quickly I missed. His crisis-avoidance skills are top-notch.

โ€œDonโ€™t sulk like that. Todayโ€™s matchmaking is just a formality anyway. No need to stress. Just answer politely and itโ€™ll be over.โ€

Perhaps to get in the mood before the meeting, Father began drinking the wine that had been sitting on the table.

Does that mean he has no intention of paying attention to his whining son?

โ€œโ€ฆFine, whatever.โ€

Itโ€™s with a princess.

I canโ€™t just go through the motions, but if I think of it as a mere formality, even if I donโ€™t feel motivated, I can at least see it as my duty as a noble.

โ€œThis is delicious.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€

I snatched the glass from my father, who seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, and gulped down the wine. It was infuriating that it actually tasted so good.

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When I arrived at the matchmaking room, the other party was already waiting. I was sure Iโ€™d arrived well before the scheduled time, but I never imagined Iโ€™d be keeping them waiting. Especially when the other party was a princess.

Isnโ€™t this the worst possible first impression?

I glanced at my father, and he patted me on the shoulder as if to say he understood.

โ€œIt seems Their Majesties are not here. In that case, itโ€™s best to leave it to the young people today. Be sure not to be rude to Her Highness the Princess.โ€

Hey, wait a minute.

Even though I glared at him to stop, Father just nodded and left the room. That damn old man. He just drank some wine and went home. And turning back at the entrance? Thatโ€™s just the worst. I wish heโ€™d choke to death on a wine cork.

Complaints kept popping into my head and vanishing.

But I couldnโ€™t just keep cursing him in my heart forever. Left in the room were me and Her Royal Highness the Princess. And one of her maids.

Itโ€™s a relief not to have the Emperor or Empress here, but being practically alone with the Princess is a bit much. In that case, Iโ€™d have preferred even that drunken jerk of a father to have stayed. Besides, why is there only one attendant on the other side? Seriously, they shouldโ€™ve brought a whole entourage.

Putting on a smile while sighing deeply inside, I took a seat at the table where Her Highness the Princess was sitting.

โ€œI apologize for being late. My name is Lucian of the Viscount Magnolia family. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Highness.โ€

โ€œYeah, nice to meet you.โ€

โ€ฆโ€ฆThat was light.

It was so casual, it felt like a commonerโ€™s greeting. Even though this is a private gathering, a matchmaking meeting is still a small social event. Since itโ€™s one-on-one, any slip-ups stand out, and both good and bad impressions stick easily.

Iโ€™ve never spoken to a princess before, but is this what the royal family is like these days? Should I try to match her tone?

โ€œNice to meet you, Your Highness.โ€

โ€œHa?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆMy apologies.โ€

The princess looked up and glared at me as if to say, โ€œWhat on earth are you talking about?โ€ I guess so, right? Her deep black eyes, as if questioning my true intentions, were terrifying.

I kept her waiting, and now this blunder. Will I even make it home safely today?

I cautiously sat down in the chair and curled up into a ball.

Being stared at like that made me feel incredibly awkward. I couldnโ€™t stand it. The hem of my shirt, which Iโ€™d clenched in my nervous grip, was soaked with sweat.

โ€œItโ€™s such a beautiful day today.โ€

โ€œAh, just skip the pleasantries.โ€

I thought, โ€œWell, letโ€™s at least start a conversation,โ€ and was about to utter a stock phrase when she cut me off sharply. Everythingโ€™s been going wrong since a moment ago.

โ€œThis arranged meeting today was forced upon us by His Majesty and the Queen, who decided it was about time the two started thinking about marriage. Iโ€™ve lost count of how many times this has happened, and honestly, I donโ€™t even want to remember your name.โ€

โ€œIs that so?โ€

I try to put on a brave face, but Iโ€™ve heard similar stories from my father. So, I assume this meeting will fall through too, and judging by her reaction, thatโ€™s probably how itโ€™ll end.

She clearly has no interest.

โ€œSo, itโ€™s fine. Just be casual. You donโ€™t have to speak so stiffly eitherโ€”do whatever you want. I wonโ€™t get mad at you for being rude to a princess or anything.โ€

โ€œOh, really?โ€

Thatโ€™s a huge relief.

My neckโ€™s been feeling tight for a while now, and this unnatural, polite way of speaking was unbearably stiff. If Iโ€™ve been given permission, then it should be fine.

I loosen my sash and unbutton a few of the buttons Iโ€™d fastened.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆI said it was fine, but youโ€™re the first person Iโ€™ve ever seen who actually lets their guard down.โ€

โ€œHuh? Was that a lie? Was it not okay?โ€

She looked at me with wide, surprised eyes.

And I, in turn, was surprised by her reaction. I mean, I gave my permission, didnโ€™t I? Thatโ€™s why I stopped. So if it actually wasnโ€™t okay, this is a trap, right?

My body started shaking uncontrollably. Just then, Her Highness the Princess burst out laughing.

โ€œWhatโ€™s that supposed to mean? Youโ€™re weird.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m gladโ€”I got a compliment.โ€

โ€œFine, Iโ€™ll let you have that.โ€

She leans her elbows on the table and laughs at me.

Sheโ€™d been frowning the whole time since she came in, but she laughs in a surprisingly childlike way. It seems she doesnโ€™t usually have a sour expression on her face.

โ€œWant something to eat?โ€

โ€œWhat about you, Your Highness?โ€

โ€œSome fruit, I guess.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll have the same.โ€

โ€œSure.โ€

I raised my hand, and the maid standing by rang a bell. A waiter immediately appeared, took our order, and left.

I let out a small sigh.

At first, I was worried I might mess up since I was dealing with Her Royal Highness, but she turned out to be surprisingly easygoing, which was a relief. This could be some grand trap, and I might get called out later for being rude, but Iโ€™ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Itโ€™s my dadโ€™s fault for leaving me behind.

โ€œBy the way, do you know my name?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆSuu.โ€

A breath escapes through the gap between my teeth.

Even I canโ€™t believe it, but I really didnโ€™t know. I figured it wouldnโ€™t matter anyway, so I didnโ€™t even bother reading her profile.

Even I think I shouldโ€™ve remembered the name of my own countryโ€™s princess, but names of people I donโ€™t interact with just vanish from my memory. Thatโ€™s why I hate social events.

While the princess grins, clearly amused, Iโ€™m drenched in cold sweat. It felt like Iโ€™d been stabbed right when I let my guard down.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆIf I apologize, will you forgive me?โ€

โ€œNo way.โ€

It seems I wonโ€™t be forgiven.

Just as I was resigning myself to the fact that, no joke, Iโ€™d have to make my father take responsibility for this, she let out a soft, bell-like chuckle and smiled sweetly.

โ€œIris. Donโ€™t forget me, Lucian.โ€

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Whether I can say it went โ€œsmoothlyโ€ depends on your point of view, but in any case, the arranged meeting with the princess concluded without any major issues.

Phew, what a relief, I thought, feeling a sense of relief wash over me, and within a few days, I had completely forgotten about it.

I remembered it when I was summoned by my father once again.

โ€œWhat did you do?โ€

โ€œAre you talking about when I secretly drank your prized wine with my older brothers?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t mess with me!โ€

Apparently, that wasnโ€™t it.

Glancing at my father, who was frantically checking the shelves and shouting, โ€œItโ€™s really gone!โ€ I tried to think if there was anything else I might have done, but nothing came to mind.

Iโ€™m sure I didnโ€™t do anything that would get me scolded.

โ€œโ€ฆFor now, letโ€™s put the wine aside.โ€

โ€œI only had one glass. My older brothers drank a lot.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not judging your guilt by how much you drank!โ€

Heโ€™s unusually worked up this morning.

He seems to be serious, but I really have no idea what heโ€™s talking about. Hmm? Just as I tilt my head in confusion, a letter is handed to me.

โ€œWhat is it?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ll find out when you read it.โ€

My sullen father clearly has no intention of explaining.

I look at the front of the envelope. I wonder whose family crest is on the broken wax seal. I feel like Iโ€™ve seen it somewhere beforeโ€ฆ but I canโ€™t quite place it.

Thinking Iโ€™d understand once I saw the contents, I opened the letterโ€”and what is this?

[Iโ€™ve decided on you, so please take care of me, fiancรฉ.]

Thatโ€™s all.

Itโ€™s so blunt I canโ€™t make out the intention.

Wondering what on earth this was, I looked closely at the letter and found the senderโ€™s signature.

โ€”Third Princess Iris Nightbloom

I see, Her Highness the Princess.

Aha, an engagement. With whom? โ€ฆWait, me?


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