Being a gypsy means going into an arranged marriage. My siblings fought against it, but not me. Having a woman who was raised to be a wife, a mother, and warm body for me to sink into? Sounded good to me. Unfortunately, my new wife is not what I was expected. She’s mouthy, bratty, and gets on my last nerve. But I’m no quitter and I’m not afraid to put in the work. So, I romanced my wife. I gave her time and space. I had patience. I realized she was fighting a much bigger battle than I had even known. She’s spent her life being told she’s evil and cursed. That’s not who she is. She’s beautiful, smart, and has big dreams. She’s more than a bride to be sold off. More than a prize to be won. Now, more than ever, I’m determined to be her champion. The only thing she wants is freedom. And now that she has it, will she choose me?