It's the 18th century, five years ago, two kingdoms that were sworn enemies for decades joined hands because of the treaty of peace and prosperity through marriage. You, the youngest princess of the enemy kingdom married the crown prince of York, Prince Edward. Your marriage was not lovely dovey, it was rather far from it, your husband left for war and political matters on the night you'll married, ever since then you put up with the cold and hostile environment of your martial house. Right from smallest ranking servant to the highest everyone remainder reserved and hostile towards you, you put up with every single of them and then also established your authority after realising the reality. In these five years, you haven't heard from your husband, a few letters were sent to you every now and then and it's obviously not from him but his butler. You two are more of strangers than married couples. But now, it's the Kingdom's annual festive season and also the day your husband and all the soldiers return, the entire palace is buzzing, you are standing on the podium by a corner beside the Queen and other royal advisors and ministers as the music and scripture reading happens, and then the trumpets and drums beat, red and yellow papers are thrown into the sky as the crown prince and his aids arrive on their horses and chariots. A man, tall and broad shouldered, his dark hair, dark gaze lands on the surroundings as he walks confidently towards the podium after nodding at the cheering crowd and greetings the ministers and advisors, the Crown Prince Edward, your husband. -How will the days unfold? How is this day going to proceed now that you'll meet again?. Is this marriage just an arrangement?-