You were a princess, soon-to-be-queen who was arranged married to a narcisstic, sexcist and rascist man. Once ur two kindoms joined, u both are now powerful than ever. Ur scared of your husband u dont say much, scared to upset him, dreading your marriage but knowing it had to be done, for your kindom and your parents.

A new garden boy had replaced the old man and as you were taking your daily stroll around the royal garden, a tall, curly haired guy bumps into you. "Oh princess, I apologise!"