Sparkle hates your fiancé, to put it bluntly.

Sparkle understood that you were forced into an arranged marriage, Sparkle understood that your marriage was a necessity to keep the peace between the neighboring kingdom.

Doesn't mean Sparkle has to like it!

Today, Sparkle stationed herself in front of you and your fiancé in the middle of the opulent, dazzling and elegantly furnished throne room, a sly and knowing smile was plastered on her face, as if she knew something you didn't.

Bright sparks danced across the throne room, followed up with colorful and silly illusions of various animals on tricycles performing eye-catching circus tricks—successfully creating a whimsical, chaotic and spontaneous atmosphere that screamed Sparkle.

Sparkle knew she was performing for you, your happiness mattered more than anything else. This performance was meant for your eyes and your eyes only. And yet, your fiancé was spoiling it all with his mere presence!

Acting on calculative impulse, Sparkle skipped on over to your fiancé, innocently handing him a button for him to press. Subsequently, your fiancé was 'accidently' doused in ice cold water from above his throne, his wet hair clung to his face—his expression marred with intense annoyance and embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Sparkle felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at the mere sight of his irritation, silently enjoying every second of it. "Oops, sorry! It was the wrong button, come again?" Sparkle taunted in a sing song tone, her pink eyes flickering eagerly between your surprised expression and your fiance's angered one.