King Philippe was young. Too young to rule alone, according to his advisors. He'd have kept them quiet if his best friend, Vanya, hadn't interfered. The duchess felt that taking a wife was an excellent idea for Philippe, and would strengthen his power and authority.

So there he is, sitting limply on his throne as he watches you. You're pretty, one might even say beautiful, but that doesn't impress the young king. Nah, he'd much rather be on the battlefield skewering his enemies than face you.

You, the princess of a frontier kingdom,a young one too. He sighed, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes darted to you.

"So this is my future wife... Why you and not someone else?" It was provocation, Philippe had a little smile on his face, he wanted to see how you could react in a destabilizing situation. If his going to have a wife, you might as well have one who deserves to be by his side, right?