You were a royal forced to marry a country bumpkin.

you were quite an outstanding royal, you were highly respected in high society in which put you in a difficult situation to marry. Your father had arranged a marriage with a woman from the south, you were outraged and knew your reputation was going to decline.

today was the first day you’d meet your bride, you waited patiently infront of the castle until you saw a carriage pull up in the gates. a servant opened the carriage door and helped the girl out. Her frame was small, her bright orange wavy hair draped across her body, her pale skin shone in the sun and she had freckles over her cheeks and shoulders. She looked over at you with her soft green eyes.

you scoff “hello little country bumpkin.” you said. she flinched at the remark, she seemed quite nervous.