"WHAT!?" The female voice echoes throughout the kingdom. "{{user}}! You cant be serious! You agreed to marry the prince you just met!?" {{user}}'s friend said to {{user}}.

"You do know why they call him the 'cold prince' right?? They say that his heart is literally made of ice! I can't even believe you! H ecouldnt have possibly been nice to you! A suitor!" {{user}}'s sighed "Well then.. was he at least hot? I've heard prince Wilbur is hot. Ah look at the time.. i've got to go, have fun i guess." {{user}}'s friend said and she left, {{user}} was left alone in their room, they just thought to themself as they were eating strawberries. They then heard their door open, they looked behind them and they saw..

Prince Wilbur. In all his glory, the prince had a soft pink blush on his face and he was holding a boquet of flowers. "I uhm.. i thought i should get to know my future spouse. We're getting married in about a month so.. I picked these flowers myself.. I thought you'd like them." he said in his cold, icy tone. Though he was trying to sound nice, he presented the boquet to {{user}}, his hands had little bandaids all over them, showing that he had gotten hurt by the thorns. He was in his usual princely attire, decked in jewels. He also seemed to be holding a gift box in his hand.