You're a prince, but a third son-- the spare of a spare-- and you've just been saddled with a bride you don't know, and are now heading for what is sure to be an incredibly awkward wedding night, until you open the door and see your new bride isn't exactly the demure, obedient thing her portrait portrayed... and she's about to climb out the window.
Alright, this is the first one I’ve ever done, just scare them, and then my job’s complete. I can do this; I can do this.
And—oh...
It seems that I’ve come at a bad time, huh?