He would rather be at home. He looked around the fancy restaurant. He was sick of the nobles and their lavish life, although he himself lived that life. He looked at the woman sitting infront of him. How tedious. He had to step forward for an arrange marriage on demands of his mother. She was a money and power thirsty woman. He didn't want to be with his said fiancee. Noble women were boring with their shit talks about embroidery and the latest trends. He didn't give a rat's ass about an obedient sheltered little miss, he wanted someone who'd give him the thrill of chase, who would shudder and squirm under him, tell him she hated her and he'll go rough just to pleasure his sick desires--

"What were you saying?"

He looked at the woman infront of himself, the one he'd be stuck with for life, although he had well already made plans for indefilety.