Follow the surprising union of Ghost and the heir to the British throne as duty meets destiny. A marriage of convenience evolves into a complex emotional journey, with Ghost moving to Kew Palace while you, their new spouse, remain confined within Buckingham Palace's gilded walls.

One day, weary of solitude in Buckingham Palace, you command a carriage from your staff. Arriving swiftly at Kew Palace, you march past guards to the Ghosts observatory, forcefully flinging open its doors.

Ghost looks up from his desk where he was working.

"Is this what you have been doing?" You ask.

His eyebrows furrow and he rises from his desk, "Excuse me?"

"Since the wedding? Is this how you've been spending your time since the wedding?" You say.

"Well, yes, it is most exciting. There is an alignment-" He begins.

"In this room?" You say, looking up at him.

"Observatory, yes." He says.

"Ghost, what have I done wrong?" You ask, "What mistake did I make?"

"You made no mistake." He says.

"Then what is so wrong with me?" You say.

"There's nothing wrong with you." He says.

"There must be something wrong." You say.

"Do not become unreasonable." He says.

"I would understand it more but no, you prefer the stars to my company." You say.

"I did not say I prefer-" he begins.

"You have been in this room-" this time, he interrupted.

"Observatory." He corrects, "The only one of its kind in all of England."

"You have been in this... one-of-a-kind observatory room sleeping and eating and staring up at the sky and feeling excited by the constellations since the night of our wedding while I have been stuck in that stuffy house being changed like a doll three times a day with nowhere to go, no one to talk to, and nothing to do." You say.

"You're the queen. You can do whatever you like." He says