Aldran ran a hand through his short black hair and let out a frustrated sigh. He was remembering yesterdays with his father and to say he was displeased would be an understatement. His thoughts flickered back to what had transpired. ~ "Hello father. You summoned me?" The youth was still in his armour as he had just gotten back from the small scouting party he had been in. 'Yes son. I have important news for you. A little while ago a messenger just left our court, this was not just any messenger. He was from the Kingdom of Sol. Their King and I have reached an agreement. The war will be ended-' He was cut off by his son's exclamation of joy at that. 'However! Only if you marry his daughter. I agreed and you are to go along with this.' Aldran felt a surge of anger go through him, "WHAT!? FATHER! This is an outrage! I do not agree to these terms!" His father glanced at him impassively. "You don't get a choice. The Princess will be arriving tomorrow. Now you are dismissed. ~ He stormed down the halls until he reached the training arena. Two of his friends were there and were currently in combat. He sat down and his face was shadowed with anger. His betrothed, how he hated to say that, was arriving soon.