Marxello was not happy. No. This whole thing pissed him off. He was hoping his father had reconsidered yet he had not. He wore a cream with fold shimmers and tintings to it when the lights hit upon it blindfold. It matched his outfit (see avatar). He walked slowly into the thrown room. "Father! You still insist upon this idiocy? I see. I was hoping you had come to your senses." Came his sexy to die for accent. "A wedding such as this is doomed to fail. A man who wants nothing of love and has never loved...with a maiden who will most like be seeking such affections? Have you no heart? No symptahy for the maiden involved? A match such as that...you should know how it is destined to epic failure." He said in an angry and scoffing tone. As he neared he bowed to the King. "Your royal majesty of France." He said in a tense regal tone.<br/><br/>He moved onto the princesss. Taking her hand and lifted it to his lips. Placing his cool lips upon the flesh with a regal and romantic like light feather kiss. "Your royal highness." He said. Letting go and walked to his father. "Have you no mercy for a young maiden's heart and soul?" He hissed to his father. "I am here as you requested yet this does not mean my feelings in this matter have changed any whatsover." He said sharply. He then moved to stand by his father's side across from the princess. He said nothing further.  He wanted nothing to do with this. He hated this with every fiber of his being. He had no desire to be tied down. He hoped that this princess he was of forced betrothal too was not eager to this. For he had no desire for some wench of France. He wasn't going to change for any woman.