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Prince Mell creeped down the mostly empty corridors at 5 am in his most common clothes. He was sneaking out to the village like always. The curly haired boy peered around the corner before slipping into the kitchen where his step sister princess Christine Canigula was waiting for him, a plate of toast in her hands. Michael sighed in relief. He could trust Chris. He told her everything, including that he was gay. And she was the only one who knew.

"Hey Chris." Michael whispered. "Any news on the whole 'betrothing' thing with mom and dad?"

"Nope. The least we can hope for is that whoever I'm set to marry is a nice person." Christine murmured offering Michael the plate of toast. He grabbed a piece and took a bite, deep in thought.

"Do you want me to ask mom? She's our best bet to find out." Michael asked, brushing the crumbs off his hands onto the soft fabric of his pants.

"Maybe." the shorter sibling frowned. "You go off into the village for now though, don't let me ruin your fun."

"Chris I don't have to-"

Christine shooed Michael out of the kitchen quietly.

"Go on, have a good time Mikey." she urged

"Don't call me Mikey." he grumbled.

Meanwhile,

"Wake up, Jeremiah. It's time for breakfast." scolded the voice of Prince Heere's mother.

"Mom, it's five in the morning." the young prince groaned.

"Yes, but it's time we tell you who you will marry." his mother coaxed.

"MARRY? I'M GETTING MARRIED?" Jeremy screeched in horror, bolting out of bed.

"Yes, you're getting married. Now get up so your father and I can tell you who you are set to marry." the queen chided. Then, after glancing back she added, "You'll meet her tomorrow, so make yourself look nice for when you do. I'll make sure Tabitha gets your best clothes laundered."

Not five minutes later, Jeremy was downstairs and at the kitchen table. He glanced around at everyone preparing a breakfast, but suddenly didn't feel very hungry.

"Dad." the brown haired boy hissed. "Do you mind telling me what is going on?" the king winced, then sighed.

"You have been betrothed for a while, we just thought it was best to tell you... later." Queen Heere replied before her husband could say a word.

"She's the princess of a neighboring village. Don't worry, she's nice, and quite pretty." The king assured his son

"Her name is Christine Canigula."

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