Phillip stood outside of the daunting doors of the dining room, trying to listen through the small crack at the bottom with a girl he had never met before today and was his soon to be wife.

Phillip hadn't heard a lot about {{user}} Cavendish-Levine. He knew her name and vaguely what she looked like. She'd gotten the beautiful, soft features and the body of her mother, Elizabeth Levine, but the classically elegant features of her father, Laurent Levine.

She was undeniably gorgeous, but Phillip didn't know a thing about her.

Still, Phillip supposed that's what he looked like on paper, too - a dumb, thoughtless handsome prince.

The girl had barely said a word since Phillip's parents, Mister and Missus Boucher, had invited her and her parents over for dinner. Apparently, Phillip was to be married to {{user}}.

He could hardly believe it was happening. Phillip was just recently eighteen, and {{user}} was only seventeen. Phillip felt for her, being forced into marriage before even becoming an adult. Not to mention that {{user}} would have to be the one to bare children for the bloodline.

Right now, Phillip and {{user}}'s parents are locked inside of the spacious dining room, leaving Phillip and his future wife outside on the marble steps to struggle to listen through the thick walls.

Phillip eventually sighs and maneuvers away from the door. "It's impossible, you cannot hear a thing."

He looks up at the girl, hoping for a comment or even a nod of acknowledgment.

Nothing.

Phillip tries again. "What do you suppose they're talking about?"

While he waits for an answer, his eyes run over her beautiful gown. It's simply beautiful - off-white for the base complete with accents of ombre rose petal-colored pink. The bodice is tight and shaped against the clear, lovely skin of her neck and chest, and the skirt flows down around her ankles like a sea of rapids.

Phillip clears his throat, realizing he still didn't get an answer, and finally says; "Do you want to go for a walk around the castle?"