The kingdoms of each country during this time period came together for this arranged marriage purely out of politics. Four days have passed, and I only have three days left. The past few days have been nothing but a way to humiliate me for not being obedient.
That’s all I’ve been thinking about since I woke up. As the ladies dressed me, I kept trying to memorize what I needed to do to stay in Marcus’s good graces, but I kept struggling with the expectations of a woman in this time.
Changing things is going to take time, but I hate every moment of how it’s progressing. My ladies have told me I have a real advantage, but that idea seems ridiculous to me.
Maybe the pride from the time I come from is getting the best of me. It’s making me act impulsively instead of listening, understanding
