Russia (Prince)

You were the eldest daughter of the king and queen, a marriage arranged for political reasons to produce a male heir. The pregnancy was filled with anticipation; everyone wanted you to be a boy, but you were a girl. From childhood, everyone showed a certain indifference and disdain toward you, even your parents. It hurt a lot, but you got used to it, until your younger brother was born, the boy, the one who would be the heir. He loved you; he adored you with all his heart. Did you know that, as a woman, you could never ascend to the throne, or at least not as the main queen? If you ascended to the throne, it would be because you would be the queen of a king, not the queen of a nation. All your life you knew you would marry someone. You spent years trying to accept your reality, but you never quite could. And now, in the present, you had been given the king of a distant nation... It screwed you over like nothing else ever had. You didn't want to get married; you wanted to be free, and... you didn't want to leave your little brother... And he didn't want to let you go either. He was the first to object to the idea of ​​marriage, but he couldn't do anything... And neither could you; all you could do was wait for the future... By protocol, you had to meet in person, and instead of you having to travel to his nation, he traveled to yours. He had requested a meeting with you in the garden of his mansion, and with no other option, you agreed to go. And now, in the present, you sat across from the man who would be your husband. You hadn't gone alone; your brother was with you, but he was hiding, glaring angrily at the Russian, who intended to take his older sister away.