(I really don't have to put who's POV it is.. Since it says it in the title.. You guys are smart enough to see that, right? Plus it's in a pattern.)

I paced my room, my head swarming with questions and nerves. I'm getting married! My parents are just marrying me off to someone (a boy apparently. At least they kept my sexuality in mind) and they didn't even warn me first! Oh, I know why they didn't say anything.. They wanted to make the plans so that I wouldn't be able to refuse. What a douche move. I glared at nothing, trying to imagine my parents being there. Why are they trying to marry me off while we're at war with out neighboring kingdom?! They aren't trying to just toss all the war responsibilities on me! .. Are they? No. They would never do that. ... Would they?

"Your Highness?"

A voice startled me out of my daze as I spun to look at the door. It was still closed. Was I imagining it? Or maybe the voice just hadn't opened it yet. That was made clear to me when I heard a knock and another shout. The person must have gotten impatient because I heard a "Will, seriously. C'mon." I smiled as I recognized the voice, opening the door to see a familiar young lady on the other side.

"Hey Lou," I smirked, causing her to roll her eyes. She pointed down the hall, signaling I was wanted elsewhere. I nodded, letting out a heaving sigh as I knew what this meant. My parents.. Were probably going to "surprise me" with the wedding plans. Damn it.

I hurried down the hall, not wanting to go but since I had to I didn't want to be a child and drag on the walk as long as I could. I arrived back to the meeting room, Clarisse giving me a look of pity for a moment before turning her eyes away. Why? I was supposed to be here this time. She most likely knew that. Oh god she knows who I'm marrying. I poked her arm to steal her attention and mouthed her, "We'll talk later" earning the smallest flinch from her. I sighed, pushing the door opened and stepping in.

My mother was the first person my eyes landed on. Her smiled was so forced I could feel the strain myself. My father? Avoiding eye contact. Yup. This was the wedding talk. Great. "You wanted me?" I asked, flinching a bit as the door clicked shut, sealing my fate. Maybe I should.have ran while I had the chance. The tension in the room was too thick to cut through. The father shuffled nervously and my mother chewed on her lip. I waited there paitently, catching my mother's eyes and earning a groan from her. "You already know why we're here, I suppose?" She forced another small smile and my father hide his face with his hands, groaning into them. I kept a straight (HA) face and stared at the two of them blankly, purposely making them more uncomfortable. Shaming them. That's what I was doing. I was shaming them and they knew it and it was affecting them. Good.

"Who is it?" I said finally, making my parents jump. I gave them another blank look as I waited for their answer. Finally my father quickly clapped his hands, signaling he was giving in and sighed. "Will.. You're nineteen know. And I'm beyond sure you are-" "Father, no disrespect, but can you get to the point?" I struggled to keep my voice sounding frustrated. My father still winced at this and sighed again. "Will.. To make peace with the Night kingdom-" Oh no "we've decided-" Please no "That you marry-" This isn't happening.. This isn't real.. "Prince Nico of the Night kingdom." ... Well shit.

"No way in hell," I growled, letting my anger show. "You're marrying me off to the possibly spoiled rotten or maybe even murdering son of our mortal enemies?! The hell is wrong with you both?!"

"Now William-" My mom started, trying to make her voice firm. Oh no. This is my time to speak. "Do not 'Now William' me! I'm not in the wrong here! You're the ones who are marrying your son off to a possible psychopath! I'm not doing it!" "Well we could have just made you marry his daughter," my mother snapped, causing another wave of anger in me. "BECUASE THAT'S SO MUCH BETTER!"  My voice raised to a level I didn't wish for. It just happened. But that got me absolutely no where. It just got my father upset.

"Do not shout at your mother, William! The king and his family are coming for a visit tomorrow and you are marrying his son! This is not a choice you are allowed to make!" He barked, standing up from his seat threateningly. With one finally glare to my parents both, I mutter a small "Burn in hell, I hate you." and stormed out. I didn't pay Clarisse any mind. I didn't pay Lou Ellen any mind. I just left and went back to my room. I felt a bit embarrassed, throwing a tantrum like that. I let my anger get the best of me and that wasn't the.. Best idea. I still locked my door and sat in front of it, leaning my back against it and tried to calm down as Lou banged on the locked door and tried to flood me in questions. I ignored her, not wanting to give her the snapping she didn't deserve. This wasn't her fault.

I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my crossed arms on my knees and resting face in my arms like a cusion. I'm marrying the prince of the Night kingdom.. The village who's been at our throats for months now. How could my parents do this to me?! If he turned out to be insane and kills me, I'm going to haunt them as a ghost, not the night kingdom. I feel no shame for the harsh words I said to my parents. I just sit in my room and sulk. Maybe I'll feel bad about it later and apologize. Again, maybe not. They're the onces in the wrong. Not me. Now I'm the one paying the price for being born to this family.