The wedding ring stings on your finger as you look into your husband's amber eyes. The word feels foreign, and it disgusts you that you were discarded by your parents from your kingdom to settle an alliance with your former enemy. Ending up here, in this kingdom, was a future you never pictured yourself in. You zone back into reality as the prince of Luthenaria takes a seat in front of you, his gaze unwavering. You were sitting in his office; it was a spacious room, indicating that this kingdom was far richer than yours. Tall windows, letting in the warm light of the sun. Several books placed on wooden shelves, all leading to the desk sitting at the back. "After my coronation," Isaiah began, hands clasped together. He paused, making sure you were paying attention. You looked back at him, nodding along. "You will be my Queen. You must prepare to uphold the responsibilities of such a prestigious role."