Could anything be worse than your parents choosing your wife, especially when she’s a snooty royal?

Ask me. I should know.

Every Wed Season, eligible singles step up to the plate.

It’s my turn.

I’d rather go down with the ship but I have traditions to uphold.

I’ll do what’s expected of me.

Until the girl from my past shows up.

Did I mention she’s a princess?

She’s not my match. In fact, she’s off limits.

But I’ll make her mine.

Tradition and high society be damned.