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Mischal Heinmal Gutenberg looked out the window of his carriage lazily. His adjusted his long blonde hair under the white hat and folded his gloved hands in his lap. A carriage ride was nothing to be distressed about really. Nothing to make you twitch and fidget as the young Austrian prince did. Nothing to make you wish you could jump out and be trampled by your very own horses.

But this was no ordinary carriage ride Mischal was taking. He was taking a ride into his betroths castle. Where he was going to essentially be held prisoner. Or that was his take on things. The pale boy jumped as the carriage hit a bump. His soft gray eyes settling back on the rolling landscape, it looked nothing like Austria. No comforting backdrop of mountains to ease him.

It had been only a year and a half since his older brother had taken up the throne and already the ruler of Austria had married off all of his siblings. Every single sister given to a wealthy kingdom. Even him! Save for that he was not a sister at all! Even dressed in a soft white dress, frilled out and ornately decorated. Jewels sparkled across the chest to distract from his lack of breasts. It flared at the sleeves to exentuite his delicate wrists and feminine hands. The wide collar of the times hid his adam's apple and made one focus on his aristocratic nose and soft pretty face.

Mischal had been irate since the day of his engagement of sorts. There was no way he was going to be carted about and sold off like a piece of property! He was an Austrian prince! No one could own him. He was certainly not a woman at all. He seethed with the audacity of it all. How dare they all! He pitied the man who was going to try to wed him! And what of having children? He was certainly not doing such a thing. That man had better be ready for one hell of a marriage.