As the two got closer, Isa could tell how this affected Sher. They had just gotten so close, and now they had to leave each other. She hated it. But what could she do? It would be just the same if she went back home, but regardless. She wanted to stay with him.<br/><br/>She could sense his annoyance as they rode up to the castle. She frowned, appearing downcast as they walked up to the front door.<br/><br/>On the throne sat the prince. He smiled when he saw his prize enter. "Ah, excellent." He rose from his seat, his cape swaying as he stepped towards them. Isa looked to the ground, then gave him a curtsy. It was annoying that she had to deal with politeness with his man. He waved his hand to one of his servants. "Bring the pleb his reward" He beckoned her closer, and with a sigh, she approached.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he took a hold of her, and his tongue was all at once in her mouth, exploring it and twirling around hers. Her eyes bulged, and she shoved him away, letting out a gasp of disgust. "W-what are you doing?!" Arimas merely chuckled, still holding her, though she pushed at him. "Don't defy me. You should know why I brought you here" Her gaze grew questioning. "What are you talking about?? All you wanted was to wed me! The very least you could do was wait until AFTER the wedding!"<br/><br/>Arimas shook his head, still smiling. "You don't get it, do you?" He spoke quietly, leaning in close, hands tightening on her shoulders. "You're mine. Not as a bride. Not as my queen. The wedding is more about the title than anything. I've wanted your kingdom for a long time. What happens to you after the marriage, I don't care." Her eyes widened, and she swallowed. "I knew it..." she whispered.