The Kings Mister.

Wyatt stood holding the decree the words in black and white. King Wyatt Silver to marry Darla Powers in two weeks. Just as tears welled in his eyes he saw him. Bashtien Coal with his guard armor of black and gold of integrate patterns. Just one look and Bashtien knew something was wrong. "What is it Y? What is the letter say?" Bashtien spoke softly and soothing. "I'm getting married in 2 weeks. My father's orders." Bashtien stepped back taking the words in. "But, he knows your... " "It's my duty to the realm. I have no choice." Wyatt sniffled a sob, "We have to end our relationship here." "As you wish your Majesty." Bashtien nearly ran for the room. Wyatt hung his head low shuffling his way to his private bed cambers. With a growl he began throw things around. A three hundred year velvet chair broken in two minutes, his grand table for reading, vases and lamps. Ripping his bed covers and the canopy broken down. A gasp drought him back to reality. "Master," "Leave me... " "But, " "OUT!" his voice was deafing. Wyatt sat on the floor crying from the pain in his heart and the destruction of his room. Tomorrow he will meet his wife and he'll have to learn to be happy husband.