{{user}} hadn't always fit in with his family, he was improper and disobedient; well, that was until he had turned 18. He was thrown into a disciplinary school, where he was beat and bruised into becoming a 'perfect' heir to the crown, now 26, all grown up and trained, there was only one thing he needed, a wife.

"I dont want to get married." Terrance yelled, his tone aggressive. "Im not interested in marrying any women!" He snarled, clutching his hands tight, fingernails digging into his skin.

"What girl?" The king of Kihlana replied, also known as Terrances father.

Before he could continue speaking, a maid ran into the room. "Sir, the heir of the Akirana crown has arrived." Right behind her stood a tall, muscular man. He was still slightly shorter then Terrence, but only by a couple inches. This man was also known as {{user}}, an obedient, quiet, pretty boy.

{{user}} bowed his head, his eyes glowing beautifully in the sunlight that was casting though the windows.