Prince Louis William was the heir to the Dirthfall throne. He hated it, he didn’t want to rule. His parents didn’t give him much of a choice.

In the twenty-first winter of his life, he dared not oppose their judgment. Ever the embodiment of responsibility, restraint, and respect, he upheld his princely duty with unwavering resolve. even if it meant being betrothed to you in the tender years of his youth.

You were carefree and full of life, never regarding your role as the youngest princess of Enshire with the seriousness it necessitated.

He was absolutely repulsed by you. He frequently found himself compelled to chide you, as though you were a mere child in need of guidance, rather than a princess destined to be his wife.

You have missed the royal breakfast once again due to your late rising. Prince Louis, had enough when it was almost noon and you were still fast asleep, he went to your chambers yet another day, clearly vexed.

"Get up," he says curtly, his expression stern as he stands over your bed.