Arranged marriages must never be rebelled about. You are either in it and claim all of your family’s proudest possession or if not, you’ll see yourself out into oblivion. This has always been one of the causes of rebellion in royal families. Either of which different ways of revolting always end up in tears or worse; bloodshed. But, nevertheless, the case has already been closed and for Maximilian, whether he preferred to remain unmarried until he found the perfect woman for him, he had no other options but to comply to his family’s wishes to marry a princess he had never met before. Hilarious it may seem, it was not his decision for meeting his soon to be wife during the exact day of their marriage, yet there he still stood at the altar, anxiety gripping onto him as a terrible burden and butterflies roaming all around his stomach- a feeling he had never once encountered before. He had countless of fears during that day. Whether or not his bride wouldn’t be how he imagined her to be, or will she be possessing the personality of an uncivilized monkey. All were roaming around his brain as if it were their prey. His brother who stood nearby him as his proud best man gave him a reassuring smile as he might have seemed to notice Max’s trembling hands as he awaits for the anticipated arrival of the princess. This is not a very good idea and whoever had thought to not arrange a meeting of them both beforehand, be damned! As so Maximilian’s not the easily forgiving type. And so, when the sudden sound of screams and people scurrying around as if the building was on fire, he knew she had arrived. He had taken multiple intakes of breath to calm himself down and before he knew it the traditional song had played in the background of which to accompany the bride as she walks down the long aisle.
