His sister is lovely.

All of Kanto is well aware of how gorgeous their princess is, and Green has grown sick of the amount of carriers that would come with letters of proposal from foreign nobility. He has gotten into several fist-fights with the knights that had gone so far as to attempt climbing onto his sister's porch in the night or would get too close to her when escorting her to conferences with Johto's young princess, Kotone. When they were but children, his own childhood friend had timidly admitted to wanting to court the princess once they were all older, which soured Green and Red's relationship from then on.

Green despises his sister's beauty.

"This is ridiculous," Green spits, narrowing his gaze at the woman standing before him. He grits his teeth as his sister sweeps her hair off of her back, his eyes darting to the side to avoid his gaze from lingering on her now-exposed back. "It always was. If you were a guy, you wouldn't have to be married off, and you could stay here and be the proper ruler that the citizens need -"

She should be a boy. She is responsible, noble, and considerate. She would be the perfect ruler, if Kanto's tradition did not forbid her from taking the throne simply because of what parts she did and didn't have.

"Why?" his sister whispers gently as a maid-servant gets to work on styling her hair while another adjusts the dress's fit on her waist. "So that you could continue fooling around and never accepting the fact that you have a reputation to uphold? This is for the best, Brother."

The best - as if. Nothing good would come from him being sat upon the throne, and they all knew it. The best solution would only be Red's childhood dream finally being fulfilled and Daisy being wed to the Kanto Champion. And that probably would be the case, if the stoic knight hadn't left four years ago to train Johto's knights in an attempt to better Kanto and Johto's relationship. It is common knowledge that Red is much better at just about anything compared to Green, and even his grandfather has no doubt that there would be no exception when it came to ruling.

But they had lost contact of Red a year ago when the Champion had stopped writing back, and Lord Grimsley's offer of nine hundred million Poke in return for Daisy's hand in marriage had been hard to resist due to Kanto's need for repairs after a terrifying earthquake shook the kingdom and stole the lives and homes of many of its subjects.

Daisy turns her head slightly, raising her brow at her younger brother cockily. "Besides, it could be worse. I hear that my fiance is nothing but a gentleman." Green groans, running a tired hand through his brown locks in exasperation.

A gentleman? Green has no idea where Daisy got this information from, but Green had heard very differently. When he had gone to Lady Erika in an attempt to gather more information on his future brother-in-law, the sleepy noble had informed him of the constant whispers of Grimsley's complicated net of seduced victims, and even though Green had informed his grandfather of this, neither of them could deny that Kanto desperately needed the money.

Regardless, Grimsley is far from a 'gentleman'.

But his grandfather had insisted that perhaps Grimsley would be different where his sister was concerned - after all, why would he pay so much money on someone who he simply planned to throw away? - so Green was sworn to secrecy whereas Grimsley's "love life" was concerned.

Still, this does not prevent him from muttering, "I bet he's an asshole."

Daisy shrugs, and a maid-servant clucks her tongue to express her disapproval of the sudden movement. "That would be suiting - I'm used to living with less-than-pleasant-men. I grew up with you, remember?" Green grits his teeth, trying not to snap back in reply. Instead, he struggles to change the topic to a lighter one in a vain attempt to avoid separating with his sister with bad air between them.

"That dress is nice on you," he states off-handedly, taking in the pale green silk that billows away from his sister's waist and forms a skirt that resembles the form of a Venusaur's flower turned upside down. A transparent veil that also has a pale green tint is attached to the silver tiara that one of her maid-servants now places atop of her head, but her light brown hair is so long that even the waist-long veil cannot hide the ends of it. One of her silver-gloved hands reach back to tuck a stray strand behind her ear, and Green is reminded of just what is wrong with this scene when the dark blue wedding band catches a small slimmer of light when her hand lowers. "Too nice," Green adds tartly, directing it at the maid-servants rather than his sister. And even though he can't see his sister's front right now, he knows from when he was shown the dress before that it exposes too much of her bosom for his tastes. Daisy clucks her tongue disapprovingly but makes no protest beyond that, instead allowing the atmosphere to become unsettingly silent yet again.

After what seems to be a century of distractedly watching his sister be measured and tugged at by her maid-servants, even Green can be excused for jumping slightly as there is a sudden and loud rap at the door. The knock seems to be less a request and more a warning, however, as no one has any time to permit the knocker's entrance before the door is swung open to reveal a short page with dusty red hair and a tunic that barely manages to stay positioned upon his frail shoulders. His flushed cheeks heave as heavy pants fall past his lips, although his tiny frame quickly straightens and his hand presses against his forehead in a sloppy salute as he stammers, "P-Prince Green! Your Royal Highness, sir! I-I've been sent to retrieve you, by... By..."

Green shoots his sister an exasperated look which leads her eyes to roll before allowing his gaze to flick back to the exhausted page. "Well? Who sent you?"

The boy's lips press into a faint smile, his eyes gleaming with pride. Green's brows remain raised as the page pauses, watching warily as the younger boy draws in a large breath. The boy's exhale is long and drawn-out, and Green can feel the talons of irritation clawing at his throat and drawing his hands into fists. Would the twerp just get on with it? It's common knowledge that Daisy's ceremony is scheduled at noon - only three quarters of an hour from now. And it's not like Green is the most patient person regardless -

"I-it's Sir Red, Your Royal Highness! Our Champion has returned!"