“And why should I listen to you?” You retorted, glaring bitterly at the Scottish Princess akin to that of an angry child. Thankfully, you had managed to at least look decent in front of her, effectively hiding any evidence that you had been crying your heart out before she determinedly barged into your room.

After the announcement that she was going to marry one of the Princes from the other three clans, you didn’t think you’d ever want to see her face again — how could you not, in all honesty, react the way you did when word said that your girlfriend was betrothed to someone else?

“Because I’m not getting married to any of em'.”