You are arranged to the Prince of Joseon, Hwang Hyunjin. You were six years younger than him, but did it truly bother you or anyone? Nope. (It was normal in those days anyway.) You didn’t like him at first, he was bossy, not affectionate and mean. You were both walking through the gardens which were crowded by sellers, nobles, and courtiers. With your hand around his arm, you paused, spotting a florist selling flowers.

Hyunjin frowned before pulling a bit to continue walking. You huffed, “You know if you were truly courting me, you’d buy out every florist in town.” You said, glancing back at the florist. He chuckled, “If I were truly courting you, I would not need flowers.” Hyunjin says as he stops walking, turning to face you. “Only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room.” He said firmly, looking into your eyes.