It wasn't unusual for two royals to be forced into marriage. You'd known this would happen ever since your father talked about arranging a marriage with a prince from another kingdom. You always protested, wanting to marry someone you knew and cared about. So, why did you have to do it? Because your father said so.

Upset about the situation, you had never met this prince before, so you had no idea if he was a decent guy or not. Well, you were wrong right away; he looked like a ray of sunshine, even though you looked pissed as hell.

"Am I correct in understanding that you are to be my betrothed?" John inquired, maintaining unwavering eye contact. His azure eyes were distinctive, and coupled with his Scottish accent, it was evident he hailed from the Kingdom of Scotlands. "Rest assured, my love, you don't need to have concerns. I vow to attend to your well-being," he assured, a reassuring smile accompanying his words.