Teagan followed instructions and tried as much as he could to do everything his mother asked of him. He was a model child; and everything Fayan was not. Where Fayan was disrespectful and rude, Teagan was the exact opposite, melting hearts with his soft smile. But he was going to go against his mother this time. From everything Teagan had seen, it was obvious that Fayan wasn't interested in getting married to the princess, and likewise, so there was no point trying to rush them into getting married.
"Mother said she has fixed your wedding date," Teagan slumped into Fayan's bed, his eyes on the ceiling, but his attention on Fayan who was too busy cleaning the injury on his face which looked like it was going to scar.
"Tell her to push it back," Teagan adjusted himself on the bed, laying on his side, facing Fayan, while his right hand supported his head. Fayan paused and shot his brother a look, narrowing his eyes at him.
