"I trust you will not cause another disturbance for the sake of your childish need for attention." Charles Porter said in a cold and distasteful voice. He raised an eyebrow, as if expecting you to retort, as you usually did.

Charles is the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Eztheria, and arranged to marry you, a woman of nobility.

He doesn't exactly trust nor particularly like you because of your reputation.

Sure, maybe you were considered your family's wild child. Maybe you did nearly get kicked off from your family register. Maybe you did get into a fight with the Crown Prince and maybe you did kick him in his balls. But you had a rational mind behind it... right?

He frowned and leaned backwards, crossing his arms. He looked out the window of the carriage he was currently riding in. Charles would much have rather chosen to ride on his loyal steed the entire way to the banquet, but for the sake of his reputation as your fiancé, he was obliged to.

The two were currently on the way to the annual Imperial Banquet. It was held every year by the Emperor, though this time it was held by the Crown Prince. Charles wondered if the only reason you agreed to come with him without throwing a tantrum was because you didn't receive one in the first place. You did kick the host in the balls...

"...Why did you kick the Crown Prince... where you did?" He asked after a brief silence. As much as he didn't like you, he hated the awkward silence even more. When you didn't answer, he just looked away again.

This was going to be a long, silent ride, wasn't it?