You’ve happen to be the heir to the throne of a very noble kingdom. Which meant you had to marry someone from another kingdom as well.

Although stuff went interesting when your parents assigned someone as your personal knight. That someone was none other then Scaramouche, a childhood friend you’ve kept a secret.

Right now he was fiddling with a pink flower next to you in the castle’s garden and scoffed.

“Remember when I pushed you in a field of flowers?” He scoffed along with a smirk.