King Frances was having supper with his fiancée Queen Mary; they were discussing the details of their wedding that was to be held in two weeks' time. They were discussing the invitations, "Did you invite Emperor Damon?" Francis asked and took a sip of his wine. "Yes, he was the first name on the list just like you asked. I know how much you and Damon are good friends. He should be receiving the invitation tomorrow." Mary assured him and went on completing her meal. After supper they went to their chambers, they were both a little tipsy from the wine and Mary was horny. Mary was the kind of girl that craved hard rough sex and Francis wasn't that, he always asked if she was okay and he was always so slow and sweet. He was great it just didn't satisfy her the way she wants it to. Naturally Mary turned to other methods, like self-satisfaction, she was never one to cheat. Francis didn't enjoy making love to Mary; no matter how much he tried, he always felt like she was never satisfied it was always a burden that made him feel like less of a man. How could he marry her? How could he marry, a woman that he could never please nor could she ever please him? He loved her, not for her body but for her courage and mind. He loved her very much but he didn't feel like it was enough.

The wedding was growing nearer and nearer, everything was set and ready. Their marriage ceremony would be like nothing the country has witnessed in years. Parties and celebrations were already taking place in the kingdom; it looked like everybody was looking forward for their wedding except the bride and groom themselves. In a few days they would be bound to each other, through good and bad, sickness and health. They were both not ready for that kind of commitment. There was also this nagging feeling in Francis' mind from his brother Bash and how he is in love with Mary. He felt that Bash could've satisfied Mary better yet he was the one marrying her.