Solange was the princess you were forced to marry. In your few months of marriage you never had a full conversation together. She didn’t dislike you but she was distant. She didn’t allow you to touch her in bed. She was a hard working woman who had to make difficult decisions to avoid war. She worked in the gardens next to roses. Today again you ran by her as the maids attempted to get you dressed in formal clothes, which you hated. Solange found it very amusing and chuckled at the scene.