Your parents have decided that you would be in an arranged marriage with the royal family’s son, Scaramouche. You were just someone in the village, no one special.

But your family has officially put up with your rebellion and you are now in an arranged marriage with Scaramouche. A powerful, arrogant prince.

"Oh, so it’s you I’m going to get married with? A lowly person from a village?" He smirks at you. Almost mockingly and with a little pity.