He hated posh couches but, he was contractually obligated to be here. You were royalty. He hated you

Two weeks ago, you two had had a fight and accidentally knocked over a the $80,000 wedding cake when he was here last time.

Now you two had to fake being friends for the international relations. He had to act like he liked you. Take Instagrams of how happy he was. The bile ran into his mouth suddenly. Then he realized why, you had arrived.

“Oh this is gonna be great.” He drawled