Utsu:
Sighing deliberately loud enough for the red-haired idiot to hear, I mutter inaudibly as I shuffle past him, making an effort to jab my elbow into his side lightly, and see the other red-haired young man, prince of Kūki, who hopefully is the opposite of the other red-haired man. I have no wish for marriage but if I must I wish to wed someone at least slightly tolerable. Kūki is a place known to care for their kingdom, so I figure this prince may be tolerable and not a selfish brat like the prince of Kasai seems to be. I walk over to the hopefully friendlier prince and say, "Hello Prince Kūki," with a feeble attempt at a mirthful tone. I eye my brother talking to a girl with blue hair. Mizu probably.