Tatoo's

"You're fiancée princess"
My eyes widened it was him I had to come up with something fast "My Fiancée?" I muttered trying to come up with something to say unfortunately I wasn't fast enough before the dumbass in front of me opened his mouth.
"Why of course. I mean how can you be a queen without a king darling?"
"Exactly!" My father agreed quickly "what is a queen without her king?"
"Historically? More powerful." I responded before I marched out "Come up with someone else father" I called over my shoulder.

I hated every part of this. I was given two tattoos at birth, weird but my parents said it was family tradition. One arm tells you your arranged spouse and the other your assassin sounds pretty straightforward. At least it would be if I knew who had the matching ones. I Hate it. I hate talking about it. I hate that my parents made the agreement. And I especially hate the boy that has the same tattoo as me. Even if he's the king of England himself I would never be able to be happy in a marriage I have no choice in. But I didn't know any of this yet I just thought my parents enjoyed tradition. I wasn't wrong in a sense, I guess I never questioned anything in my life. Maybe I should have.