She looped her arms around his neck, grinning.

"Oh Chaton, you're adorable." She cooed. She hadn't seen her parents walking towards her in awe, looking starstruck. By... a criminal?

"Marinette." Her mother told her, looking surprised, "I'm shocked, Marinette, I- I never knew you were in love!" She gasped.

"We know we gave you permission to marry anyone you wanted, but we never expected it to be..." Her father added, clearing his throat.

"Expected it to be a criminal, or a man?" She raised an eyebrow, "Is that why Lila is there?" She believed that Princess Lila wasn't chaste, and she disrespected her for it. She had already had intercourse before marriage, and even Chat hadn't pressed her for intercourse, knowing her views on marriage. Lila grabbed Chat's hand, looking at him with adoration. Chat shrugged her hand off, and Marinette smirked in triumph.

"Well, we expected you to never marry." Her mother answered.

"I gathered." She said curtly, then turned to Lila. "Get your filthy hands off of him, you dirty little-" Her sentence was cut off with a moan, due to Chat massaging her shoulders in order to stop her from swearing.

"Hush, Marinette." He whispered.

"How awful!" Lila shrieked, pushing at Marinette. She withdrew a knife from her purse, and pointed it at her throat. Now Chat felt awful for teaching her self defence, especially if she was going to hurt someone else. "At least I have had men in my life."

"A woman should remain chaste until her marriage." Marinette fired back.

"Oh for the Lord's sake!" She hissed.

"Enough!" Chat snapped, and Marinette slumped back in her throne, sighing. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears, "I love you, Princess Marinette, and I always have. I'm yours, and without you I'm nothing." She blushed, and he caught her hand, his lips making contact with her hand. The kiss made her shiver and gave her goosebumps.

"Chat-" He had looked at Lila, his eyes glinting.

"I want you gone, Princess Lila." He told her. Huffing, the princess turned and left. Marinette watched him close the door behind him. He unzipped his leather suit; the bluenette turned beetroot red, and lowered her eyes. His hands came to her face, where she had covered her eyes. He knelt to her height. "Are you scared to look at me?" He asked, hurt evident in his voice.

"N-no." She lied. He gently took her hands from her face, and she sighed. His bright emerald cat eyes were staring in his. He wore a suit, with a black tie. He looked extremely like the prince she'd met earlier.

"Marinette, you're not marrying a criminal," He smiled slightly, "You're also marrying a prince."

"P-Prince Adrien!" She managed out. He looked at her and she blushed, he stood up. All this time, she'd been flirting with the Prince of Versailles?

Her blush deepened.

"It is me in the flesh, my princess." He bowed, "Can we have a moment alone?" He looked at her parents, who blushed and nodded, leaving gratefully. Marinette was crimson.

"I shouldn't be with you- you're too good for me."

"Well, I disagree. I'm glad to be marrying you, and even if you don't think so." He gave her a tender kiss and smiled.

The next day, they were married.