"This is bullshit!"

"Language, boy." King Eric cautioned his son. "You better not speak this way when we arrive at the Werewolf kingdom." He growled. 

The prince crossed his arms watching absent-mindedly as the guards arranged their baggage and the gifts behind the carriage. His father had gotten some of the finest and exquisite wines the kingdom had and some shining silver and gold wares made by the royal goldsmith to give to the other kingdom. His father was really serious about the peace treaty but he didn't have to make him the sacrifice

It was impossible to have a blissful marriage with someone he had never met and interacted...