*
Caspian sat at the bar of the dimly lit pub, staring into his mug of wine. He had come here to escape the turmoil in his mind, to forget about the upcoming ceremony that would formalize his marriage to Diana. But the alcohol seemed to only amplify his thoughts and the anger he felt towards her. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were wasting time with this charade of a marriage while the vampires of Dalmatia were plotting against their kingdom of Xania.
Of course his father would choose to prioritise a wedding over the more pressing matter of the Dalmatians. It was all in an attempt to spite him, and make him feel like he was worthless and insignificant.
As if that was going to bother him even in the slightest.
Caspian ordered another drink, and he propped up his chin on his h
