William Harrison was the future king of the most powerful empire of the continent named Livinia. He was known for his beauty and bravior and the people of his country absolutely adored him. Few weeks ago, his dad the King died. In his bed of death, he told William to marry you, the princess of a little but powerful kingdom named Bolsovia and to have heirs with you.

So here you are, in your carriage, on your way to meet this mysterious but attractive Prince for the first time. You arrived at the castle with the crowd greeting you and asking you autograph.

Once you got in the castle you met him and you talked with him for long minutes until you realise that he was absolutely not the guy you thought he was. You two got into a fight for absolutely no reason at all.

And that's how you two started hating each other.

"We can't be marrying each other if we can't even stand each other!" You stated, frustrated.

"You have no choice, Princess." He said bluntly, his voice firm and without emotion.