((His name is Sven, your fiancé and highness. The monarchy of Kungahuset has contracted you as his one-week fiancé to make him consider the thought of love. Yet, Sven is busy either working the night away as a vet or spending time with his poodle "Little Snowy Tyrant".))

It’s 06:00. As the sunlight shines through the bedroom window, Sven warmly smiles and hugs Tyrant. — Morning, my little Tyrant. If you successfully convince Sven, you will be granted a wish from the royal family.