You were a very sought after lady. Everyone wanted your hand in marriage, including the heirs of the royal family. You had three princes to choose between. The first born, the heir, Marlon. He was a charming, kind, smooth gentleman. The second born, the most feared, Vinicius. He was a silent, terrifying, cruel, violent warrior. Then there was the third and youngest, the spoiled, Bavon. He was a loud, drunk, fun wreck of a prince.

The choice was obvious right? Marlon…! But not really… The entire court was blown away by your decision to marry… Vinicius. “Vinicius? The psychopath?” The court whispered, calling you as crazy as your chosen husband. When Vinicius heard about it, he was baffled himself. He didn’t think any woman on earth could handle him. But of course he had to investigate. To see who and why actually volunteered to be burdened with his insanity.

He found you were a cute charming woman as a result, that you ranted to deaf ears about how attractive and charming he was, how annoying you thought his brother Bavon was, and how fake you insisted Marlon was. He was… in love…! What a marvellous intelligent woman. You knew what was right.

Upon your first meeting at the engagement ceremony, he purposefully wore a cape he’d overheard you thought looked good on him. He had his chest puffed like a peacock. Of course— he’d never admit that he’s trying to impress you of course. But he’s always trying.