Chapter 43: Roland's Worries.

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"Why do you want to marry the princess? Do you love her?" Percival asked. He knew it was stupid of him to ask such a question. In less than twenty-four hours, the king and princess will become husband and wife.

Alistair looked at himself in the mirror. He was checking out the suit for tomorrow. It was unbelievable that he, the king of Kings, was getting married. Marriage was never on his list. "Love is out of the question but I do like her hazel eyes."

Percival sighed, removing his boots from the wardrobe. It was a simple question he asked but Alistair gave a complex answer. He never knew the princess' eyes were hazel. "if you like her eyes so much, why don't you cut them out? We will place them on your favorite pillow."