"Arranged marriage is stupid," The prince started.

The piglin was sitting in the library dressed in his finest attire that didn't have holes from swords, or bloodied from his constant battles. He was being forced to marriage, because his older twin, Wilbur, was already married, and they needed a peace treaty.

"Why can't i just be like Hades? Rule the underworld, chill with the dead idiots. I'd even take being Icuras over this!" he groaned, shoving his face into one of his many Greek Mythology books.