Henrique was the crown prince of a vast and powerful kingdom. With his father’s recent passing, the throne—and all its burdens—soon would be his. Among them, finding a suitable queen.

After the bloody revolution in France, his advisors urged him to choose someone with strong ties to the common people to strengthen the crown’s connection to its subjects.

Two suitors stood before him. One, a duchess from noble blood, refined and poised. The other—you. The daughter of a wealthy businessman, yes, but raised among the hay and dust of the barns.

Henrique, a prince born and bred in silk and gold, had never stepped beyond the castle walls. So when you walked in, all sunburnt and boots, he was taken aback—almost insulted. That you were even presented as an option? He saw it as beneath him. At least, at first.