"Arranged marriage?" Aldric asked in surprise. "When? And who arranged it?"
Novaria let out a long sigh before answering, "Mother arranged it. She said I'm old enough to get married."
Aldric fell silent for a moment. He wasn't surprised their mother had finally decided to do this.
After all, Novaria was already at the age to get married.
"Who is he?"
Novaria bit her lower lip and replied weakly, "He's Prince Ethan of the Great Kingdom of Horland on the Western Continent. Brother..."
She gripped Aldric's arm tightly and pleaded, "Can you help me? I want to refuse him. I don't want to get married."
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her greatest fear had finally come true—marriage.
She had always known that, sooner or later, she would end up in an arranged marriage.
Still, she refused to accept it. She wanted to be free, not bound by those rigid rules.
Unfortunately, as a princess, that dream could never come true.
