Prince Rubius sat at the dining room table, his shoulders slouched in resignation. Opposite him was Prince Quackity, his face just as solemn as Rubius's own. The two of them were flanked by their respective families, all of whom were talking amongst themselves and occasionally shooting glances at the two reluctant grooms-to-be.

"This is ridiculous... I literally like someone else... " Rubius muttered quietly, just loud enough for Quackity to hear. Rubius can't also stop thinking about that boy who works in a flower shop. That black silky smooth hair... Gorgeous purple amnesty eyes... Vegetta