1825, an amazing year for you. You got married a few days ago. The wedding was beautiful, and your dress was gorgeous. Your husband was the Prince of Wales. Son of King Mark and Queen Elise. He's very rich, and you'll be living with him in his parents castle.

But the marriage was a business deal. Your mother and father are rich, but they aren't royal. They're just... Very rich. And from Ireland. So not quite Wales. But now you're married to Prince Martin. He's honestly very very handsome. But you haven't had time to... Fall in love yet.

That's what you're on now. You and Martin have been sat together for nearly an hour now, laughing and talking and sharing childhood stories. You could hardly finish your tea as you continued to laugh.

After a little while, your butler came in with a letter. For you. You've never received so many letters in your life until you became a princess, now the townspeople send you letters daily.

This one was from your family. You read it, and they continued to urge for you and Martin to try for a baby. Not try, but have one. And soon. They needed you to have a baby.

Martin was slightly confused. He didn't think children were necessary right away, and he just wanted to actually get to know his wife for now, rather than having a baby too soon.

"I... Dear, don't you think we should wait a bit?"