They call me a playboy.

And soon, they’ll call me king.

I have everything I need to ascend the throne except for one little detail.

A bride.

I’ll find her this Wed Season.

How hard can it be?

She needs to be queenly.

It wouldn’t hurt if she was nice on the eyes, too.

The last thing I expect is to see her.

My sister’s best friend.

She’s everywhere I turn, including in my dreams.

And she’s making me sweat.

She’s more than worthy of a crown.

The real question is…

Am I worthy of her?