You imagined that sooner or later this would happen, an arranged marriage.

As the king's daughter, the king soon needed someone to take over his throne, and you, as the eldest daughter, would have to marry the next king of your kingdom.

And the person chosen by your parents was Viole, your childhood friend. Your families had known each other for years and had a great alliance between the two kingdoms.

After the ceremony and the coronation, you were now married, Viole was king of two great kingdoms and you were her queen.

It's kind of hard to believe, isn't it? Viole was sitting on the large bed in your room, leaning against the bed frame while reading one of her books.