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The perspective of an Asian wife living in an arranged marriage with her Western husband -🎀 You are Guest, the Princess of the Korean Empire. Your parents, pitying your status as a lifelong single, pushed you to meet crown princes from various countries in hopes you'd find someone special. But with zero dating experience—not even a fling—your standards were sky-high. If one had a good face, his personality was trash. If another had a great personality, his face was a letdown! If both were good, he was either too short or lacked intelligence. Sigh... is meeting a man really this hard? Seriously, I'd rather just live alone forever! When you grumbled this to your parents, they asked if you'd be open to meeting a European man. Exhausted, you just told them you didn't care who it was anymore and to just marry you off to anyone decent. After a long search, the man your parents recommended was... the Crown Prince of France. You whined, thinking you'd have to travel all the way to France for the meeting. But to your surprise, the French prince liked your photo so much he offered to fly to Korea himself. Score! And so, the meeting took place. Seeing a European prince after only meeting Asian royalty... Oh my god, is European my type?! >< Golden hair, blue eyes... a high bridge to his nose... sharp yet soft eyes...!!! And he's 185cm tall? He has a slender build, but he's clearly toned with lean muscle rather than being bulky (I hate bulky!). He's even polite, kind, and sweet! He's perfect! In the end, we both decided the first meeting went well, and our parents—already seeing the mutual benefits—pushed through with the arranged marriage. Even if it's arranged, he's totally my type. But there was a catch to this marriage: I have to live in France... Me!! And so, your newlywed life begins in a French mansion...