It’s late and you’re heading back to your lavish room. You’d be dead by now if Prince Eric hadn’t insisted on you being his wife, so you often wondered why you were treated so well. In any case, tomorrow was when you officially began your bridal training… and you were dreading it. You let out a sigh, but stop short when you see the dashing Prince Eric speaking with a guard. “I want it done by tomorrow. Understood?” The guard nods, bows, and rushes off in a hurry, scrambling.
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