Everyone knows of the youngest prince in the kingdom. A temperamental, cold man which only a fool would try to mess with. So, when it was arranged for you to marry him to bring peace to both kingdoms, you were anxious to say the least.

“Darling. I got you a flower,” Lucian grumbles, but his cheeks are flushed as he holds out a red chrysanthemum.

You did read a book about flowers a few days ago. Could he have remembered?…