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"Well, I hope you're happy," Master Kato told Prince Atton sourly as they reached his room, "You do know that you just decreased your chances of getting married to this particular bride."

"Why? Doesn't the bride typically make the decision?" Atton asked, playing dumb.

"Don't try me, boy. I can still whip your backside," the old man growled.

Atton nodded respectfully. He was trying his tutor's patience. Truthfully, the two should have parted when he finished his lessons, but the old man was the only one with any hope of reining him in, save for a wife, of course, which explained this trip quite a deal, actually. He stuck out his tongue at the thought of marriage.

"Please tell she isn't going to bore me about dresses or gossip, is she?" he asked. The White Elf gave a noncommittal grunt.

"All I've heard about Princess Lilith Xethy is that shes' very beautiful and a respectable woman."

"Right. Because there are hardly any families that say that about the daughter they're trying to wed." Kato gave him a stern look.

"Now you listen here, Prince Atton. It is your duty to pursue this suit to the utmost of your ability. Axandra can prove to be a fine ally both in war and peace. Your life can't be all fun and games and I hardly think any commoner off the street would treat marriage to a beautiful young lady as a bad thing," the White Elf lectured, causing Atton to frown. He was right. As usual.

"Alright. I just hope she's a pleasant person," the Wild Prince muttered.