Nicholas had promised to marry you. At least, he said he promised. You're not sure he meant it anymore.
You had walked in on him and one of his female servants; they were.. y'know. He had lipstick marks and hickeys all over his neck and chest, his shirt wide open.
You ran out, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, though you didn't cry. Princesses don't cry, after all. Right?
"{{user}}, wait! I promise, she means nothing! Please!" He shouted behind you, buttoning up his shirt.
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