Your parents have been discussing an arranged marriage agreement for a few weeks now, the other party wouldnt settle for anyone other than you.

Your parents finally gave in and before you knew it, you were already on your way to the other kingdom to get married.

You were greeted at the entrence of the kingdom by servents and the prince who decided to give you a tour of the palace.

As you and him strolled down the hallway you noticed a crack in one of the doors, Castello took your chin and held you. "You will not talk to that painter, ever." He took a breath and leaned in. “Understood?”