The prince paid a visit to talk about some matters with me, "What do you want Zyne?" I sighed leaning back on my chair. "I don't need more stress right now."
"I know, but I'm merely here to discuss some matters with you," he said in a husk gruesome tone.
"If it's about marrying your sister then sure." I shrugged still being cocky while leaning back on my chair.
"What? No, it's not. I just want to check in on you." He had a weary face glancing at me and my surroundings.
"I don't care about whatever you're going to say, I'll do as I please." I stopped leaning against my chair and called for my butler to get me some wine.
"You're seriously mentally pathetic." The air ran cold flowing past both of us when he spoke those words, despite him knowing I hated being called pathetic.
"My bad your highness." I rolled my eyes drinking a bit embarrassed.
He came closer glaring straight at him."You seriously don't have any manners do you?"
"Harsh though true but my apologies your highness." I did a bow slightly mocking him.
His face was showing an expression I wasn't expecting. "You're mocking me, I can't believe my sister's marrying such a disrespectful eye sore."
He tossed an invitation on my desk, "You better show up, it's a command by the royal family." He hissed at me.
"Alright will do," I smiled, taking the note in hand. "I'll have someone escort you out."
"I'd prefer if you did." He gave a stern look walking out to the front door.
"As you wish," I didn't have much of a choice but I followed him out escorting him out "Safe travels your Highness."
As soon as he left I slumped by the door checking the invitation. What trouble did they put me in now? I wanted to be more than just a husband for the princess, a better title.
