She was picked for me by my parents. The King and Queen of Rouso. I am the Prince, ascending to the throne. She was beautiful, but my parents wanted her for one reason and one reason only to bless me with a male heir. She was of no use to them other than that. Arranged marriages in our family were something we have had as far back as five generations. There were no female heirs in our family. Only males. Any females that were born were given to the villagers. The women were bred and bred and bred until a son was born. She had yet to be introduced to me. But today was our wedding day.
I had never even imagined my wedding day even though I knew that it would come. Part of me hates the idea of being arranged to marry. I don’t get to court women. I don’t get to learn them before we marry. It worked for my mother and father. They are very much in love. My mother worships my father. She would lay her life down for him within seconds of being presented that choice.