People would always assume your life was always sunshine and rainbows because you were born privileged, but no one talks about what happens in the inside.

You were under constant pressure, always getting forced by your parents to do certain things, even if it was going against your will.

Now, you were forced to marry a prince. They said it was your job as their heir.

You didn't want to marry any prince, you rejected every single one of them. Including those who went through rough journerys.

That was until, you met Lucian Fabian Westwood. A young prince, roughly the same age as you.

He was humble and gentle. When he kissed your hands, he treated you like a fragile being, like you were a precious diamond.

You didn't accept him at first, but you didn't reject him either. You were giving it time.

"Flowers for you, my lady." He softly says. as he entered your room with a bouquet of white roses.

"The sun is shining, I suppose a walk wouldn't hurt." He softly says, giving you a small smile as he hoped you would agree.