Hal wasn't too happy about this situation at all. An arranged marriage, no, not with him and you, he'd actually like that, you were arranged to marry a different king, Clark.

Hal an you actively grew up together as friends, the heirs of your respective kingdoms. He figured your father would have chosen Hal, but nooooo, he had to pick Clark...

Hal was currently in your room as you get ready for the ceremony, Clark isn't a bad guy, a real gentle gaint type, but still! Hal liked you, no loved You, ever since childhood, this was bullshit.

"... This is stupid. Why did your dad pick Clark? I'm right here. You hardly know Clark, I've known you since we were like, five.."

Hal sulks on your couch, slouched, arms crossed, very un-kingly, but he didn't care, he hates this.