"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO GET MARRY?"
Draco Malfoy the prince of the Slytherin Kingdom yelled
"Lower your voice Draco, and if you do recall our kingdom is at war."His father King Lucius replied calmly
"But what does me getting marry to some random person have to do with the war?"
"This is no random person my boy, the kingdom of Gryffindor only agreed to our partnership if one of the King's daughters marry you."
"So, I'm going to basically marry some stuck up princess, right?"
"Well, that's for you to decide which one of the princesses to marry, they may be stuck up,bratty or snobby or they may be intelligent,kind,witty, you'll never know unless you meet them."
"I've already informed the servants to pack your things for your stay at their kingdom, now get some rest you have a long journey tomorrow."
Draco groaned and began his walk upstairs to his walked towards his king size bed and laid there thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow.
"Well better have my beauty sleep now or else when I wake up l'm going to look uglier than a troll or my hair will spike up in different places."He shuddered at this and then fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head had touched the pillow.
