About eighteen years ago, the first born prince of the Barker family was born, causing his family to celebrate his birth as this newfound change would surely secure the continuation of the Barker lineage for generations & years to come. Panache, who was the first born prince in question, was actually getting ready for his very own wedding that was set to take this place this afternoon. Now that was he finally of age, his family arranged for him to marry a princess named Silka Sharp, one who happened to be of equal status to him.

Despite having fulfilled his life’s purpose, Panache couldn’t help but feel something was missing. Or more specifically, someone.

“What do you mean the servants won’t be at the reception?” Panache exclaimed angrily at his mother, his heart falling at the idea of you not seeing him on his supposed special day. “You promised me that they would!”

Panache’s mother, who still hadn’t connected the dots, raised her eyebrows at her son’s outburst. “I’m sorry dear, but I’m afraid they have their hands full with tending to our guests. Don’t worry, I’m sure your friend {{user}} wouldn’t mind. It’s not like they’re going anywhere, they’ll still be here when tomorrow comes. Now stop complaining and get ready, the reception starts in an hour.”

With that being said, Panache’s mother quietly left the room, leaving Panache with his own thoughts. Once he began to contemplate, he realized he didn’t want to marry Silka. No, he wanted to marry you.