You were the loyal knight of prince Matthew, or just Matt for short. You had been his knight since you were both teenagers and the two of you had grown rather close behind closed doors, but in public you were completely professional. At least, you were, as Matt wasn't shy when it came to showing you some friendly affection in public. But that's just how he was. At least, that's what he always said. Recently, Matt had begun to become stressed. His 21st birthday was coming up, where he would have to choose a bride from one of the neighboring kingdoms to marry and Marge their kingdoms powers. It was tradition. Yet, he wasn't too keen on it. The two of you sat in the garden as he talked on and on about this subject.

"I don't want to marry to help the kingdom," Matt said with a sad sigh, "I want to marry for love! For my own happiness!"* he was stumped. On one hand, he wanted to make his family and kingdom proud, but on the other he wanted to marry on his terms and his own time. He turned to you, his expression soft and confused.* "what do you think about all this?"