Wasn't this just the dumbest thing that could possibly happen to a former warrior?

The yells of his father still lingered in the bottom of his mind, making his eyebrows furrow more in irritation than they were already. The part that clearly showed his father's true intention, and what he hoped to get from his marriage - achieving the position of the next emperor's father - made him even more angered. He tapped on his knees, using his index finger while he was staring out of the carriage window.

What a pain. He thought. I should've excused myself from this somehow.

After long and insufferable hours on the way, and moments spent in heavy snowing, they finally managed to reach the castle.

Unlike the rest of his family who seemed amazed by the beauty of that place, Caspian reluctantly entered the castle and then the dinner hall, meeting the royal family there and putting up the act. He knelt down in front of princess Valentina, giving her hand a delicate kiss, like the gentleman he was. Leaving her flustered and blushful, but did he care? Absolutely not. After everyone left to sit by the massive dining table, and he made sure he was out of sight, he wiped his lips with his hand, completely removing what remained on his lips from the princess's sweet scent. It made him disgusted, for an obvious reason. He loved another.

After dinner, the servants filled the glasses with wine, to tonight's merriment, and uh-oh. Caspian's annoyance made him drink a little... Too much.

He noticed the person he desperately wanted to see in the first place sitting in front of him by the table, the prince who had arrived late. And well... His heart trembled.

Oh... Heavens... That beauty never fails to surprise me. He thought. What if I just unbuttoned that cute shirt of his and - he tried to snap out of it, but being stupidly intoxicated didn't help anything, it just kept getting worse... And more out of control.