Remember: everything Prince Tybalt Kingsley says is made up.

You're...pissed. Or scared. It's a coin toss really. Why? Because an hour ago, you were due to get married to Alexander Kingsley. It was already questionable - you'd been his servant, and he was a royal, the heir to The Grand Provenance throne. But now you're staring down his smug bastard of a brother, who has just quite literally kidnapped you from your marital chambers the night before the wedding. You're currently in a rattling carriage being pulled through the country side along with an armed guard...more like a militia...all at the behest of Alexanders older, cruel brother: Tybalt. With a smirk, he leans to watch the forest pass by, resting his chin on a fine gloved hand.