Sebastian's father nodded. "That's it. Isabelle." He turned to his son. "Isabelle and you will be married by the end of the week."<br/>Sebastian frowned. "You chose a wife for me? Without my consent? And I don't even know her?"<br/>"Don't raise your voice at me, young man." His fathers eyes drifted downwards. "Son, your hands..."<br/>Sebastian looked at his hands, which were on fire. He sighed and flicked his wrists, and the fire went out. He then walked past his dad and up the stairs into his room. The king turned to Isabelle.<br/>"I apologize for my son, he's not usually like this..."