"Minho..."

Minho stands in front of the king's throne - his father's throne. "I don't want to meet him. I don't want to talk to him. And I definitely don't want to marry him."

His father sighs. "You must, Minho. This alliance will be mutually beneficial for both us and the kingdom of Lenvanter. You won't even have to spend all that much time with him. Just be polite, sit through the marriage, and then he'll return to Levanter and you won't have to see him again until one of you is crowned a king."

Minho's face still wears a frown, the one he's been wearing since he was called into the throne room.

His father sighs. Again. "Is it about the rumors? About Levanter?"

It's not, not really, but Minho's run out of any other reasons to complain. "They say they're... strange. Backwards. Improper."

His father gives him a look. "They're different. But you will show your husband-to-be the respect his position calls for, regardless of what you may think of his... mannerisms."

Minho's about to speak up again, but he's stopped by the voice of Changbin, a royal attendant, calling out from the door to the throne room loud enough to be heard from where the king and his son are located. "Present His Majesty, Prince of Levanter, Princess Consort-to-be of Miroh, Han Jisung."