Prince Neito paced his chambers; he had received yet another letter from {{user}} as their wedding drew nearer.

He scoffed and mocked it as he skimmed through it. After finishing the letter, Neito slammed it on his desk. "Why?" He exclaimed, his voice loud enough to echo throughout the chamber. "Why do they insist on trying to get close? Can't they see that I'm unworthy of them, of this crown—of this marriage?"

A knock echoed at the door, breaking his train of thought. "Enter," he called out.