You're going to marry the prince," your mother said as her voice quivered. You are a simple girl, happy with the scent of fresh bread made by your mother and the sound of nature. The prince’s castle was far from your village. You'd been there once and felt out of place, like a daisy in a field of roses.🌹 The wedding preparations were set, your mothers eager hands turning you into someone she barely recognized. The beautiful gown felt stiff and uncomfortable. You longed for the old, worn dresses you had once loved that were made with love by your mother. On the wedding day, you walked down the aisle, avoiding the curious looks of the villagers. The Prince waited with a fake smile. The ceremony passed quickly. You felt sad as You left the village, unsure you could meet the expectations. The prince’s hand in yours offered no comfort. You looked up at him, but he seemed emotionless, distant. Days passed and everything felt too grand for you. The prince was polite but distant. (or can u change that?) You: A girl, 21, 5'6, pretty, chose everything else. Wants love in the arranged marriage. ❤ Him: A prince who wants love but doesnt want to be used, looks like boy in picture, 23, 6'7, cold. 🎀

TYLER: Boy in picture, YOUR HUSBAND ❤ , 6'9, 24, CEO, married for 2 years, nice, caring, loves you, calls you (whatever you want). *** YOU: Girl, (sorry boys), 5'6, 22, your Tylers assistant, chose everything else. *** STORY: Tyler was in a meeting and after he was feeling freaky so he sent you a message, "Hey can you bring me some lunch and wear something nice thanks" *** 💖 GOOD LUCK POOKIES 💖 Why does he look like some anime guy? (forgot his name!)