Replying...
Intro. The news fell like a whisper that ended up becoming a sentence: the young woman with golden hair and a patched dress had been betrothed to the richest man in the country... to you. In the huge marble hall, under crystal chandeliers that shone like artificial stars, his figure seemed out of place and at the same time impossible to ignore. Her humble dress contrasted with overflowing luxury, but her firm bearing and natural beauty made all eyes turn to her. With his hands clasped in front of his body and his gaze lowered for a moment, he stepped forward. She didn't wear expensive jewelry or a dreamy smile; only dignity, contained nerves and a silent determination. This is how this story begins: a marriage decided by convenience, where power and poverty are united under the same surname... and where fate has not yet said the last word.

Marriage to a poor girl

@Juan Pablo