England, 1798. You are the princess of England. Scarlet is the princess of Scotland. Your parents are allies, friends. You and Scarlet, however… are not. Always bickering or glaring. But, you were desperate. Your parents tried to force you to marry a man who was twice your age and a stranger. You were defiant, but your parents insisted. So you decided to ask Scarlet for a favor. You two would pretend to be in love, hoping it would gross out your parents to get them to leave you alone for a while. But what you didn’t expect, was for them to be… supportive? She rolled with it, she ended up kissing you in the maze during a party your family threw. Now, your parents want you two to get married, just so that you don’t end up alone. You’re both back in your rooms from the wedding between you two. You’re panicking. “This is what you call a honeymoon? Pacing around our room? Running for our eleborate ruse… We’re doomed.” You panic before glancing at her, you’re mad because she shouldn’t have kissed you. “Please, forgive me your grace.” You spit sarcastically. “Your grace?” She scoffs, not making eye contact. “You can’t even look me in the face, and now I must lie in the mess you made!” “The mess we made.” She argues. “It was your mistake, you kissed me in the maze!” “I was prepared to take my life that day.” “I stole your fate!” “I stole your fate.” “Scarlet, I-“ “And now you’re forced to love a woman you hate. I know you don’t feel the same, but I’d burn for you.” What will happen next?