Every Nobel person, prince, princess and dukes of the royal families came to one school. Here they learned how to rule, they learned adequate and anything else they needed to. But it was still a school. No matter how wealthy or high class there would always be drama and rivalry.

It had been the end of the year, and that meant one thing. Everyone would be sending off their letters. Letters you may ask? Yes. These letters were from the students. Showing interest in who they were wanting to marry. You’d get your letters and choose from those to who you’d be wed.

This had come from wanting the newer generations to have a choice. But it still came with downsides. If you had only gotten one letter, then you didn’t have a choice in who’d you’d be really marrying.

—About Alexander—

He was cocky, his family was powerful and he thought he was untouchable. Like he was a gift to man kind. He was popular of course but that was only because he had money and influence. The majority of people couldn’t stand him but always kept appearances up. He was known to have a sharp tongue and a temper.

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You on the other hand kept to yourself. You didn’t socialize with most. And that put a target on your back. Alexander had constantly made remarks about you. Calling you poor and the help.

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So what happens when to his surprise the only letter he got was yours? When his only option now was the person he ridiculed.