”You will be wedded to him and that is final.”

Those were the only words you could remember as you stood before Scaramouche, the heir of a powerful kingdom, and supposedly your… betrothed.

He stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, making it clear that he wouldn’t be warming up to him anytime soon.

“And you are?” He asks impatiently.

Would you be able to soften the brick walls that enclose his heart? Perhaps even remove them?