Rione sighed, folding his arms firmly across his chest as he stood on the balcony, overlooking the starlit sky beyond his palace. “Must you follow me around like a lost puppy?” He questioned — though he made no attempt to look at her. His fiancé — against his wishes. Now, it wasn’t that Rione wasn’t searching for a wife. No. He’d always dreamed of ruling alongside a strong woman. But the woman that his parents had chosen was obnoxious, loud, and to put it plainly — quite hyperactive. The polar opposite of him.