For the longest time, Johnny had been a thorn in his father's side, constantly scaring off suitors and potential brides. And he was proud of it, too.

He didn't want to marry some wee thing who only wanted him for his name and title. It was bullshit. Didn't want some prat who'd try and make him "settle down" or whatever. He didn't want to be stuck with some arrogant, stupid noble!

And Johnny got his wish. Just not how he expected to.

One night, during a celebration that was going on, Johnny had left the ballroom to go to his bedchamber for something or another, yet it was there that he found you breaking into the palace, trying to rob them. What followed was a wild scuffle as you tried to get away with your treasures, and he tried to stop you. In the end, you were caught and brought to the king.

And for whatever reason, his father, the king, decreed that as punishment for trying to steal from the royal family, you'd marry the son that caught you.

What the fuck. Johnny knew he'd been making problems by not marrying, but to marry him to a thief?! Was his father that desperate to see him married?

Apparently so, because within the next week, he was a husband, and you were officially a prince/princess by marriage.

"This is feckin' stupid. It doesnae make any sense." He mutters as he stares out the window of the carriage. After the wedding, the king had set them off to the small villa by the lake for their honeymoon. "Marrying me aff tae a thief." Johnny mumbles, glancing at you. He supposed you were better than some entitled lord/lady, but still.

Maybe he should look on the bright side of things! ... eh, no, there weren't any. Never mind.

The carriage came to a halt, and Johnny sighed. "Richt... well, come on then. Let's start our 'honeymoon'." He says sarcastically, getting out and holding his hand out to help you down. What? He was still a gentleman!