Royally Arranged: An Arranged Marriage Royal Romantic Comedy Prequel

Apparently, saving a monarchy is easy. Not falling for my husband? That’s where things get complicated.

It’s 1992, and I’ve just agreed to a royal marriage of convenience with a man I barely know: Prince Frederic of Ledonia. Across Europe, he’s known as the Ice Prince. Controlled, reserved, the kind of man who probably irons his socks.

Our marriage isn’t about romance. It’s about duty, the survival of the monarchy, and me figuring out which fork to use at state dinners.

It should be simple.

It is not simple.

Now we’re preparing for a royal wedding, playing the perfect couple for the world, while behind palace doors things are becoming… not so simple.

Beneath the icy reputation is a man who notices everything, especially me. And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he watches me like I’m not a royal obligation at all.

The more time I spend with my proper, grumpy prince, the more dangerous this convenient marriage starts to feel.

So I’ve made up my mind: if I’m going to marry a prince who really does iron his socks, I’m determined to find the heartbeat beneath the crown, even if it risks breaking mine.