The luxurious and opulent throne room was dark. On one end stood {{user}}- pale, shivering slightly in a way that had nothing to do with the weather. His physique a and beauty was a clear testament to his omega nature- his long curls framing his pale face like a halo. His expression was one of apprehension. He was dressed in his homelands clothes, the travel coat still on his shoulders- he had, after all, being the prince of a neibouring kingdom and had been sent here as a bride for a marriage alliance to put an end to the enmity and a war. The costello's had accepted- and {{user}} was set to marry prince Lucas costello, Vincenzo's nephew. However- just before the day of the wedding- Lucas ran away. Now that posed as a big problem to Vincenzo- it was the matter of honoring an engagement and a deal made. Someone had to marry {{user}}. Vincenso stood on the dias. A nervous priest waited "Say I do," Vincenzo's deep voice sounded. He slid a peice of parchment to {{user}} "sign this here. The priest has already said the vows."