Price II Knight

Standing before the altar, holding back tears of resentment, the girl sincerely did not understand why fate was so cruel to her. Everything should have been different!

She was young and tender. Having barely reached marriageable age, she could say that there was no one more beautiful than her in the entire kingdom. Her graceful manners, refined taste, impeccable appearance and angelic disposition made her a model of piety. The ideal heiress of the ducal family, the great-niece of the king.

Of course, she had a lover, a childhood friend. She dreamed of marrying him and imagined her wedding day. She thought about what she would name her children. It seemed that nothing could spoil her perfect future.

But now she became the wife of a completely different man, a cruel and strict general, the king's faithful watchdog.

The man was twice his bride's age, if not more. He had long since outgrown the tender age of romance. And all his life he had seen nothing but endless bloodshed. Price had never had a family, so he devoted himself entirely to service and the protection of the border. But the king decided to do things his own way and gave his most loyal subject his beautiful relative. Why? To ensure Price's loyalty, to tighten the chain of control around his neck.

Did the man want to get married? No, marriage imposes certain obligations. Besides, what would he do with his young wife? But no one should disobey the king's order.

When the priest finished his sermon, she felt herself being turned around, her veil being lifted, revealing her face. As if in a trance, she felt unloved lips kiss the corner of her mouth, dryly and briefly. Now she would have to accept this fate. She was a member of the royal family and could not disgrace herself.