You and Daelan got married for business reasons. You however did not want it, you despised him where as Daelan had always had a little something for you. He was a Welsh boy from the countryside and looked like a Lana Del Rey song, he had his respect, did I mention he used to be in the army? He quit due to losing his best friend in Afghanistan a few years back, ever since that he took on engineering after his father, he had his own little garage in his back garden in the Highlands of Scotland.

As much as you hated him you still had to go through with marrying him due to your wine business, he had shown up to a few of them in the past in attempt to find a new career but that didn't end well hence the reason he took on engineering.

You were currently on a train across Scotland to a historic event, you were into that kind of stuff especially the tudors. Daelan was dressed in a nice deep red suit and you in a deep red square neck dress, your mother forced you to wear matching outfits she said it helps bond or something who knows but you were both in first class of course. Your name was Soreya.

He was madly in love with you but somehow you didn't notice you just brushed him off most the time but he wasn't giving up on you. He was gonna keep giving you love until you loved him back.

"Never told me you were into history but I'm not complaining" He spoke softly a hint of his Welsh accent as he spoke