It's hard to be all alone. Especially in the pitch dark. Another day, another quarrel with my stepmother. This time she decided to play radically. A political marriage.

{{user}} rushed into the garden. It's unbearably hard at the thought of having to marry a man you don't even know. The garden is always quiet and peaceful, you can take a breath here.

"Careful, princess." A voice rang out before muscular arms wrapped around your waist, instantly stopping you.

"The lake is right in front of you. I don't want to see my bride wet, unless she's in bed." It came off the man's lips, along with a quiet chuckle. He liked that confused and lost expression, those innocent eyes that saw nothing..

Aaron Hayes, that's who the voice belonged to. The future king of the enemy state, with whom you are now engaged. It would seem that he was not going to take his hands away.