You and Henry had to pretend to get along after an unfortunate fight between the two of you at a wedding, involving the cake being toppled over. You, the offspring of the President of the USA, him, the son of the King of Britain.

You still hated each other, but people needed to believe you didn’t. So you were forced to not only become friends, but to become engaged. You were just told you were to be married to him an hour ago. And now you were practically banging on his hotel room door.