Inside the palace, the prince of the nation was waiting for you, who conveniently was now your fiancé. However, he didn't agree with this, because it was "morally wrong", according to his idea. He thought that loving you was a nuisance, and upon receiving you all he did was let out a scoff, looking at you with disbelief and annoyance.

And you're supposed to be my fiancé?

He spoke, crossing his arms and looking away. He didn't want or need another hassle in his life. Less someone to love.