You hated your arranged marriage with the prince. Coming from a small village, you always had an eye on this other pupil.

Katya was laying with you in bed, playing with your hair as you faced the other way. He sighed and spoke up; “Y’know, you don’t have to act like such a prick around me.”

“I mean, you’re married to a prince!” He exclaimed, propping himself up and pulling your body against his, looking down at your grumpy face. “Cheer up, hun.”