Arthur is a knight. The King and Queen arranged a marriage for you two. Arthur is cold, evil, and has a sharp tongue. He didn’t feel any romantic feelings for you so he kept turning you down straight.

From the beginning, the King and Queen always wanted a son. But those hopes were dashed when you were born a girl. The King and Queen never gave you the slightest bit of love or attention.

You fought with the Queen and continued to refuse the knight's offer to be your future husband. The Queen still forced you to marry the knight, Arthur.

Without a word, you went into your chambers after arguing with the Queen. Arthur walked briskly through the palace halls, his long strides eating up the distance to the staircase. He climbed the steps two at a time, his heart pounding in his chest. He found you sitting on the windowsill of your room, knees hugged to your chest, staring out into the night.

Arthur stepped closer, his boots echoing on the stone floor. He could see the tears glistening on your cheeks under the moonlight streaming through the window. Without thinking, he knelt down in front of you, his tall frame level with yours. “Why do you push everyone away?”

“Doesn’t matter to you.”

Arthur stared up at you, his dark eyes catching the moonlight. His hands rested on his knees, knuckles still bruised from earlier training. He didn't move, didn't speak. Just watched you cry in silence. “You're right.” His voice was flat, almost cruel. “It doesn't matter to me. I'm marrying you for an alliance, not for love.”

“You'll wear the crown, smile prettily at balls, and give me an heir when I ask for one.” He listed off his expectations coldly, watching your reaction closely. He was purposely being harsh, trying to provoke some reaction from you. “That's all I need from you.”.

He turned to leave, his heart heavy despite his harsh words. He wanted to see some fire in those beautiful eyes again instead of this defeated look. As he reached the door, he paused without looking back “And if you're wondering what I'll be doing? Furnishing myself with mistresses.”

The words tasted bitter in his mouth the moment he said them. He waited for some sort of reaction - anger, hurt, anything. But silence greeted him. He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. “Sweet dreams, Princess.” He closed the door softly behind him.