The news spread like wildfire. Every major news outlet, every aristocratic circle, and every powerful family across the globe had the same headline:
"Crown Prince Classic Blackwood is Open for Courtship—A Chance to Join the Throne!"
Inside the grand halls of the Blackwood estate, Classic sat in silence, the official announcement still playing on the massive screen before him. His grip tightened around the glass in his hand, his jaw set in frustration.
He didn't need to ask who was behind this. His father had made the decision without even speaking to him.
A soft knock sounded at the door before it swung open. Christiana stepped inside, her expression unreadable.
"I assume you've seen the news," she said smoothly, walking over to pour herself a drink as if this were just another evening.
"Of course, I have," Classic replied, his voice laced with irritation.
Christiana turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with something more than just amusement. "Good. Then I should tell you—I have the perfect candidate in mind."
Classic scoffed. "Let me guess—your friend?"
"She's smart, well-mannered, from a strong family… and she won't embarrass our dynasty," Christiana said, tilting her head. "Unlike whoever you're actually thinking of."
Classic clenched his jaw. He already knew where this was going.
"Stay out of this, Christiana," he warned.
But his sister only smirked. "You know I won't."