An arranged mariage with the princess of the enemy country, he couldn't believe it.

He already hated the fact he had to marry for politics, but {{Kat}}? He couldn't stand the thought.

A guard tapped his shoulder from behind. "The princess is here." He whispered. Kadmus turned around. "I'm aware of that."

He growled at the guard, which bowed and left. He took a deep breath and put on a mask of indifference, before walking to Kat. "Your highness {{user}}." He greeted.