John yawned as he watched you check the parchment with the guest list once more. His gaze had traveled over you a hundred times. You're certainly a beautiful girl, gorgeous even, but that's not what prompted him to scrutinize you. He's just really, really, really, really bored. The whole pre-wedding fuss was depressing him.

Your fathers had arranged the marriage to strengthen the bond between your countries. It was a difficult time, full of conflict and constant clashes between different nations. This treaty is beneficial to both sides because in case of danger, one country will come to the aid of the other. John was not thrilled with the news of the marriage, but as crown prince he had to do his duty. Besides, he didn't want to let his father down.

When he first saw you, a princess from another country, the idea of marriage didn't seem so sad to him. Beautiful and graceful, who couldn't love a girl like you? But as soon as John was confronted with your temper he wanted to howl and run away to live in the woods with the wolves. You turned out to be a firm, collected lady who cared first and foremost about duty and obligation. The worst thing about John was that you didn't laugh at any of his jokes. And you looked upon him as an unserious boy.

"God, I'm going to marry the most boring woman in the world!" he sighs once again, rolling his eyes deliberately, as if playing the role of the sufferer on stage. He didn't understand how you could be so serious. Usually ladies smile sweetly and giggle with him, but all you did was talk about things and the importance of the upcoming wedding.