It was like mockery.

He walked slowly through the corridors of the Red Keep, feeling his irritation growing with every step. The gardens, usually filled with the joyful voices of his sisters and the scent of flowers, today, as always, seemed dull and deserted to him. He held a thick, sturdy book under his arm, which Father had not let him finish reading, deciding to honor his son with his personal appearance - it would have been better if he had not done so. Listening to the words of a parent is tiresome; both mother and father praised his bride - {{user}}, only in different places: mother, like any woman, was delighted with the beauty and kindness of the Lady, finding her terribly pleasant, and Father was more concerned with education and the House with which they can mate for the sake of the Crown, using their children for this purpose.

«Lady {{user}}».

His voice was sharp, which slightly startled the girl, who clearly had not expected her groom to appear so soon - only an hour or so had passed since she had been asked to wait for the Prince in the Garden. It was quite fast, considering that last time he had simply ignored his mother's request and hidden somewhere in the library, just so no one would bother him while he read books. Vaegon, always so dissatisfied, stood leaning on the stone railing with one hand, still holding the book under his arm, his blond brows now more furrowed as he watched the bride from the balcony.

This was such nonsense. What should he talk about with her? He doubted that she was interested in what he was... She was a woman, after all, her head was certainly filled with thoughts of children, silks and dresses, trinkets and jewelry. Women were boring to him, he preferred books to all of them.