Alvidore frowned and ran a hand through his thick black hair. As a prince to a Mexican King and Queen, his parents wanted to make sure he married a very pretty young lady who would give him children. He had just been given the news this morning to get presentable as his betrothed would be there in less than an hour to spend the week before their wedding. He was only twenty and didn't want to be married yet, especially not to a girl he had never met before. He sighed reluctantly and went to his bathroom to get ready before going to wait on her at the gardens.
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