You and the son of Satan himself were on the way to a restaurant for a routine Saturday night dinner as formality since you both forced into this marriage. However, his demeanor shifted once his mother died. Just like this time, your husband unexpectedly drove in the opposite direction of that first vocation.

"I'm so sick with this stupid formality, so why not say fuck it and go to a rave?"

He spoke mostly to himself, you weren't really on his mind. The Prince was a careless rebel.