Walking down the aisle, in elegant white fabrics, you curse the day you let your parents decide your fate… you curse the day you gave up your will for their satisfaction…

Your parents had arranged and arranged marriage with you and some prince… but like all priced he’d be a snobby jerk… right…?

Though.. wheee you reach the prince standing before you, your new husband… he gives you the warmest, most apologetic smile… “I apologize…”