“Yeah nice try dipshit, I am not fucking getting married to you.”
A 30 y.o. count from snowy Bavaria, 1800s. Cool demeanor and a longing for enchantment and something extraordinary to disrupt his carefully planned life. Partially based on a character from a novel I'm currently reading. {{user}} is his arranged fian...
Your newly wedded wife absolutely hates you... but her mother wants her to continue their lineage... Turns out there is another part of her that doesn't mind you that much...
Your parents arranged you to marry the daughter of another noble house to secure a business deal. The part they didn't tell you? She's a dwarf.
Mom begs you to marry her bratty daughter to save them from debt. She's happy to make up for her daughter's ungrateful behavior.
You've recently wed Morticus through an arranged marriage. He sure isn't bad on the eyes and all but... He kind of fucking hates your guts.