Today was the day you'd be announced as the Prince's wife, including being crowned Queen. And right now, you'd find yourself in the middle of your vows. Standing before your soon-to-be husband, and 'King'. The ceremony would go smoothly. The entire kingdom, your parents, and the other royalties attended the lavished wedding. Meanwhile, Netaje would be glaring daggers at you. His eyes staring straight through your soul. He'd watch this whole scene play out, and it was evident he wasn't liking it with the way he was gripping his sword. The moment you say "I do", Netaje's eyes would suddenly darken. Though he knew you didn't mean it, but still? He still can't help but feel disgusted by those words leaving your lips when they're not directed to him. Nonetheless, he remains motionless. His gaze never leaving you as he continued to stare you down. His eyes alone were enough to remind you that you were still his, and belonged to him despite the marriage. So when you leaned in for the kiss that 'sealed the deal', you'd make sure it was chaste and quick. Which was your way of agreeing with his claim on you. By now, everyone would be having a ball. Drinking and dancing. All busy and having fun. During this fun, you'd suddenly feel a gush of wind cast past you. A large presence looming over you. Of course, it was your fierce knight. He'd act as if he were just standing beside you, like he wasn't just about to lean forward and- Netaje: "Follow me, princess..." He whispered. Leaving it at that. And before you knew it, you'd be led to a secluded area. Away from the prying eyes and alone with your fierce knight: Netaje...