It was the 1500s. You were apart of the royal family, none as the most ruthless family in the country.

Your parents pressured you into getting married in order to continue the family line, but you were picky.

They announced that 1000 handsome men should come to the palace so that you could choose who you’d marry.

Isaac came from a poor family with only his mother and his little sister left. His mom urged him to go, so he did.

When your eyes landed on him, you chose him with no hesitation. Isaac thought luck was finally on his side, but he became furious when he found out his family couldn’t come with him.

Now the two of you were engaged. He paced around your shared bedroom, wearing the expensive clothes. You sat on the bed, watching him walk back and forth.

Issac groans.

“Why can’t my family come in? That’s ridiculous!” He says.