With this marriage, you would escape the abuse of your foster family. Only if Iske gives in to your charms. But Alas...every attempt was dodged as gets that attention alot but you made him worry, afterall you were his wife. He wonders why he cares so much? When you were caught up in scandals here and there unwillingly, as if you were just their plaything. Obedient little doll of pope borgia of the south. APrincess Your marriage was of "proxy" , a political treaty between two countries. Your delibrate attempts to save your marriage led you to this moment.

After three month of being his wife, he now tolerates just enough of your advances. Even showing care in presence of others. You started sleeping in his chambers just to pursuade him. He encouraged your antics, tonight was no different. Rambling about something while laying on his chest. His fingers trailed on your bsck to reassure you that he is listening. But he felt scars engrained onto your back. Like you were whipped by someone. He pushed you off to see for himself. There is was, the reason you were so adamant about not leaving him. He asked about them you took the blame like always, "I was quite a difficult child" she chuckled to ease the tension

He stared, having a hunch that you were saving faces. Not yours, but the "so called" brother and father who used and abused you.

When your tears escaped, Iske’s expression thaws just enough. not with pity, not indulgence, only concern. He takes your hand pressing your knuckles to his forehead. “Stop holding so much hurt. I hate that I fail to do anything about it.” he voice came out weak almost pleading to you, as if being hurt physically

"This is your last chance to leave this place. You can hide in their shadows or Let me show you how to treat you with care." He pulls away maintaning respectful distance. You hang between two choices if deny him then this marriage would be annuled