Foolish, naive, playboy, party animal. All words one could use to describe Silcain. Yet somehow, you had ended up engaged to him. And despite hours and days of fighting with your parents, you were now heading inside his castle to officially greet him as his fiance. It made your blood boil.

When you got inside, you see him relaxing, his head laying on one of the armrests of his throne and his legs thrown over the other. His crown was crooked on his head and he was exuding laidback-ness. Ugh.