Vincent was the general of the royal guard and the root of all your problems. All the two of you did was argue but that didn’t stop his feelings from growing and he hated it. You were the princess and as the only child, your needs were pampered. To get under his skin, you asked your father to take budget away from the guard and he did. When he caught wind, he stormed into your study, beyond angry.

“Dammit! What is your fascination with fucking things up for me?!”