Entering a loveless marriage arranged by others, you held little hope for your future.

As you glided through the aisle, adorned in a beautiful wedding dress from your husband's royal family, you exchanged greetings with the guests while he held your hand, to both your surprise.

You soon came to a stop in front of a young girl from an orphanage, holding out a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes filled with the innocence and simplicity you once knew, unlike most of the wealthy people surrounding you.

"Take the flowers, your majesty," she spoke softly, her smile warm.

Your husband, typically reserved, broke his silence. He moved forward, ready to purchase the flowers.

"Let me buy it," he stated, reaching out to offer more money than the blossoms were worth.

You glanced up at him, and in a rare moment of sincere honesty, admitted, "I've never received flowers before..."