All transpired so fast, that Demyan couldn't tell off his "fiancee" for that nasty remark towards the owner of the furniture and also to Luka's overreaction. Mirko was speechless. Luka with a disappointed tone in his voice continued to shout at Demyan. "What fiancee? Did you lie to all of us... to Petrona?"
Demyan flinched. He would never! Livia chuckled. "Well, well, I heard you brought some pets after your return from Lush Lands, but even you should learn how to keep your own dog on a leash." Offended Luka transformed into a werewolf and charged towards Livia. She wasn't scared at all. "This is ridiculous! What would happen, if your father would find out about this?" She looked past Luka at Demyan. He knew what she meant.
Without losing time he jumped from behind at Luka, grabbed him by the nape, and pushed him into the floor. Luka felt betrayed, but Mirko was more understanding. He knew Demyan was trying hard to protect them both.
They are strangers to Waste Lands, so of course the treatment would mean probably death, if they were found guilty. "Please, my lady... forgive my friend for being ill-mannered. He has some temper issues, because of his Werewolf race." Mirko bent over in front of Livia. She brushed him off. "Only this time, the next time I will report you to the King! And you, my Prince, I await some special treatment from now on or I will still come clean to the head of this country."
She was clearly blackmailing Demyan, just because Luka couldn't hold it in. As she left, Demyan didn't utter a word, just glared at Luka, who was still lying on the floor staring into oblivion. His face was full of shame, but still hoped for an explanation from Demyan. Mirko sat at the window staring at the bulwark.
Later that evening he explained everything to them. How it was his father's scheme, how he never had met her before, how he disagrees with it, but has no other choice... How he despises the thought of being with a different woman...

For the next few weeks, Livia made sure to keep both Luka and Mirko busy. She was forcing Demyan to give them different tasks and jobs, so they would spend time together as little, as possible.
On the other side, she tried to be with him every minute of the day. Didn't feel shame to push herself onto him from time to time, even during evenings, and tried to spend the night together. He was adamant and stubborn to avoid her attempts.
With each day, she felt more and more frustrated by Demyan's rejections. Even the royal couple noticed how cold he was behaving towards his betrothed. Sava called his son into his study.
A room filled to the brim with books and documents. Sava was sitting behind his desk littered with papers, which stood in front of the window to catch as much light as possible. A menacing glare from the shadow of the man was staring at Demyan, who just entered the room. Sava wanted to know, why is he that stubborn about Livia.
"Why do you avoid your fiancee? You should build up some kind of a relationship with her, so soon you can produce a heir. Even your mother and I, were the product of a political marriage and we learned quickly to fulfill our duties and work together. So, stop being childish!"
Demyan walking nervously up and down the room did everything to not upset his father more and buy some time. "Dear father, you just surprised me with this new change in my life. I need a little bit more time to get accustomed to having someone next to my side. You know, that until now, I lived a solitary life, so please... show me some more patience."
Save silently observed Demyan with his hands clasped in front of his face. After a while, he sent him away.  Demyan stepped out of the room and sighed out of relief. He rather would stay single forever. Should he go to a war campaign to be as far away as possible? He was growing tired of Livia and her attitude.
After a bath, Demyan came into his room, which wasn't empty. Livia was around prancing in her pink bathrobe. Was it a late hour for a migraine? Because he felt like one was coming right then and there.
Livia saw his reaction and pouted. "Why are you always so mean to me? You should start to pay more attention to me instead! Look!" She dropped the bathrobe under which she was completely naked. Demyan averted his eyes. "Stop with this. I am not in the mood for stupid jokes!"
Livia gasped. "Jokes? I guess you don't like your friends that much. When does the King start with his work? I think it was seven or eight in the morning?" She was shameless. Blackmailing the crown prince, despite her being much lower in rank...
"Leave!" Demyan growled. Livia didn't listen. Instead, she sat next to him on the bed. Demyan saw red and pushed her off. "Don't you dare to disgrace this piece of furniture with your nasty body!"
Why was he so obsessed with that bed? Livia was observing his overprotectiveness of a stupid piece of furniture made by a mere human. Was that maker a love interest? She lost it. Out of rage, Livia picked up a small statue and broke it against the wall. "Maybe I should pay a visit to the King now then!" She was picking up the bathrobe, dressing herself, and leaving. Demyan ran after her, grabbing Livia by the arm and turning her towards him. "Don't!"
She smirked. "You have to make it up to me. NOW!" He released his grip and hesitated. "What do you want?" She stared him right into his eyes. "Kiss me!" Shocked, Demyan disgusted by that suggestion averted his face from her, but what other choice had he?
"A hug... for the beginning..." He tried to compromise. She gave it a thought for a second and finally agreed. Demyan hugged Livia without any emotion, just like he would hug a ragdoll. Livia happily pressed him against herself and for a bit didn't want to let go. He had to endure a little bit longer and then she went to sleep.
He was desperate from her shenanigans. The next day after a long time of training at the arena, Demyan met with Luka and Mirko. His mind felt at ease after such a long time. He was approaching his room together with them. Luka stopped dead in his tracks. "NO!" He went into a sprint and threw open the door, closely followed by the owner of the bedroom and his friend.

                                                    Demyan fell to his knees at that sight.