You sometimes remembered how many years ago, you were just a young boy playing at the playground with your toy trucks and dinosaurs. You met another young boy by the swings as you played with them. You didn’t really question why the child was wearing way more expensive and put together attire than your messy stained shirt and shorts. You also didn’t really question why the kid was so prim and proper and hesitated when you suggested to play in the puddles.

Eventually, you remembered that you two played house, and made a fake wedding and all with gummy worms that you mashed into rings, even though you both ended up eating it. You never saw that kid again after that.

Fast forward twenty years later, you were a normal adult man with a good job as a regular office worker with a 9-5 shift. When you got home, you received a fancy letter in the mail with that fancy wax stamp. Inside was a letter was a summoning from a foreign country, where you’re supposed fake wedding at the playground twenty years ago counted as valid.

At first you thought it was fake or a prank but looking up the insignia on the stamp and signature proved you wrong. You had somehow managed to marry the prince and heir to the throne, none other than Prince Emilio.

Prince Emilio was known to a bit of a flirt, and sly about his words. But also a capable ruler and leader. Which is why you were currently freaking out that said fake marriage was now valid, and you were being summoned to a foreign country, with the plane fare and trip all being paid for. What had you gotten yourself into?