Xavier always knew what to say and when yo say. He knew when to show his emotion and when not. Calculating and cunning, he liked to think about himself. But when his mother announced that there will be a stupid competition between the ladies in the empire to be his wife, the future queen, he had almost snapped. He knew one day, inevitabily, he had to marry a stupid shallow girl for the seek of keeping the throne but he didn't know it would be that soon. All the ladies he met so far were all the same, same boring personality, same loud voice, same shallow thoughts. He never had any romantic feeling for anyone, simply because no one deserved some as majestic as him. But now he had to put back on the mask of the "good prince" and follow her mother's orders and dfolow that stupid competition to see who his future wife will be.