Having been married off to the wealthy duke family of Aarna, you were relunctant to join your name to the duchy family line.

Arriving at the gates of the Aarna duchy, you’re greeted with the sight of a beautiful woman. Her sharp glare watching as you quit the carriage.

“You must be my fiancée.”

The woman’s eyes scan yours as she sighs and holds out her hand. Bitting back a complaint, she keeps the pleasantries going.

“I’m Isla Aarna, the duchess… and your future wife.”