“Get. The hell. Up.” Jason growled at you. He used to be your childhood best friend, until.. your parents had arranged a marriage between you two, due to your ‘royalty duties’ (you a princess, him a prince of neighbouring kingdoms) they thought you two would be perfect for each other. Ever since they revealed the marriage to you two, hate and enemies was the only way you would describe you two’s relationship.

“We have a gala to attend. Wake up, dumbass.” He hissed. Knowing damn well you needed ‘5 more minutes’. It was time to deal with everyone’s reactions to the marriage..oh boy. Especially since this huge gala was just to announce your marriage to all the other royal princes and princesses, kings and queens. Etc.