Gavin hated the whole idea. He hated the fact that he was going to have to leave his kingdom, he hated that, not only did he have no choice in who he was marrying, he was marrying a man. And while the prince had no problem with anyone else marrying man-- he was so sure that he just couldn’t. He wasn’t interested-- at least he felt he wasn’t. After all the time he spent around King Ryan, he was pretty sure he just hated men. They were gross, and needy, and not to mention selfish and the king of their rival country.
Oh, Gavin sobbed. He begged, and he pleaded-- he even tried to bribe his brother, but it was useless. Ryan was the king-- he could have whatever he wanted. And, if he wanted Gavin to go-- he would go.
He cried the hole way there. He was barely seventeen-- he didn’t want this. He knew he could have been married up much earlier, but they made the mistake of letting him have a mind of his own. They let him think he would be happy, that he actually had a choice in all this.
His escorts tried their best to comfort him. Michael would weirdly pat his shoulder, and Ray might give him a small weird hand hug every now and again, and he appreciated it, he totally did, but it wasn’t helping. It wasn’t stopping the marriage, nothing would. Unless King Geoff decided he wasn’t worthy enough. Which didn’t exactly sound likely, given the description of Geoff he was receiving.
When he arrived at he castle, he wanted to vomit. He wanted to flee- he could be a fugitive. He could figure out how to live without someone there to do everything for him. He could maybe get Michael and Ray to go with him-- maybe they would help him. They could be best friends- they could be great together.
But, instead, they walked into the castle together. Gavin had composed himself enough to look at least someone intimidating-- you know, either his red eyes and sniffles. But at least he wasn’t crying anymore. That was good-- right?