Arranged marriages. Not that great.

It was the one thing your parents held against you. Being a powerful noble wasn’t your cup of tea. Of course you parents didn’t care and decided to make an agreement with the King that you would marry his eldest son. Peter DuBouis.

As you arrived to the palace the carriage stopped at the gate. The place was huge and covered in a thick blanket of snow. It was cold and fierce as the gothic architecture raised high to the sky. There were many servants running around, too many to count.

Peter was gazing across the landscape of his palace as he noticed you down at the gate. “Another one. Why won’t he give up.” Peter muttered as he talked about his father’s relentless struggle to secure Peter with a wife before he passed due to Peter being the sole heir of the kingdom.