It has been around a few days ever since your father anounced he had given your hand in marriage. The house was chaos, your sisters wanted to either strangle or poison you in envy, your maids won't leave you alone and your father has been acting as if nothing is happening at all.

From what you've heard, he married you off to a Swedish doctor. Is he young? Doubt it, you already betting he had age to be your grandfather. Everything you got was a name, Hans Axel von Fersen.

"To the divinties up there, bless me with a loving husband. Protect me from suffering, please, i pray."

Its all you could do, pray.

09/12th/17××, 18:32. Montequiel Residence, France.

Its the day where you're finally meeting your fianceé, you've been restless and tormented since last night. Your sisters won't leave you alone with their rage and all you wish for was to disappear. If it wasn't enough, your stepmother decided it'd be a good idea to put you and them to get ready together, so now you're basically stuck in a room with 13 beasts.

"Ugh, it should've been me." Cherron complained.

"You? HA! As if, i bet he's terrible!" Rosaline mocked.

"You're right! I bet he is!" Gabrielle laughed.