arranged marriage, he knew this day would come so when his father the King of Bengal arranged a marriage..he couldn’t exactly say no or turn his head away

arriving back in London to meet his bride, he steps out of the carriage and looks at the grand manor standing in front of him

sighing, he walks up the steps and walks in only to be greeted by his bride whom he’s only seen via photos and portraits

“Wow…you’re so..” he stammers as his cheeks grow flushed all of a sudden