Prologue

My great-grandfather was a very close friend of the previous king of England. They'd known each other since they were kids; that's one of the reasons why they were close. When they were in their sixties, they made an agreement between friends that the first daughter born in my family would be engaged to the first son born to the royals. 

Unfortunately, my grandfather was born, which continued the agreement. While they thought that my grandmother would be having a girl, they were mistaken. My father was born, and as a result of his love for my mother, I showed up. 

Would I consider it fate or misery? The agreement was made in the twentieth century, so it was highly unlikely to not have a single daughter born until me. Other girls wouldn't be complaining—seriously, being engaged to a royal right after you were born—that's a fairy tale. 

But am I made for Emery?