Miguel O'Hara lover

I had another glass of wine so I could distract myself from the stupid event I was at, I had been invited only out of fear and respect, no one came up to talk to me, they only gave me cowardly looks. It was the engagement party of the King of Dublin, who seemed very happy to marry the princess of a distant kingdom to reinforce his military power. The bride-to-be, on the other hand, did not seem so happy about her engagement; she was isolated with her ladies, who seemed to be comforting her. -Congratulations on your engagement, my Lady...- I said, taking her hand and leaving a short kiss on the back. -I am the King of Belfast, Miguel O'Hara-