Ultimately she decided to marry the king, not for power or for riches but for herself. He hung on her every word like honey dew dripping from a honey comb. She told him she wanted white roses on her wedding day and he showed up with one. He had it preserved for months just so he could hand deliver it to her personally. A true knight on a white horse. True, it was an arranged marriage, but she’d come to fall in love with him. Her parents and his thought it was best for the kingdom as her parents country was falling into dissarray they thought to marry her off was the best bet at saving their poverty stricken country. They were sorely mistaken, surely his father would object to the marriage. For who could love a woman who had been with several men before even thinking of marrying his righteous son. However, once the king saw her, his heart ached to be with her let alone share his last name.