Luhan needs to marry in order to take over the throne, but every princess he finds is too dainty, too fragile. He wants a princess that can ride into battle with him (figuratively of course). He has begun to lose hope when a strange idea is introduced to him, that might actually work.

He understood obsession. He understood it very well. He knew the feelings of never having enough of something, always wanting that one thing to be around you. He knew of the desire to have that one thing all to yourself for the rest of eternity. Youngmin probably understood better than anyone would give him credit for, because no one knew of his obsession. Gently, Youngmin allows the ghost of a whisper to pass his lips, letting out the name of his obsession. "

The tears threatened to spill over, and immediantly he turns from the group, rushing to his room. As he shuts and locks the door behind him, he sighs, and lets his tears fall. A shudder reverberates through his body as he whispers the words that echoed through his mind every time he had to leave the room to cry. "I'm sick of trying to be tough."