This was wrong. You and Caspian both knew it. Having to steal kisses and words behind closed doors, silent late night walks in the garden under the cover of night, small touches under the dinner table as you both sat across from your husband-to-be. The marriage between you and the crown prince had been for political reasons only, so it was almost an unspoken rule that the two of you would have affairs. Issues arose, however, when the object of your affections became something a bit too close to your betrothed: his brother. Despite only being second in line for the throne, Caspian seemed like everything his brother was not: intellectual, sophisticated, respectful, compassionate. You two had met in the royal library when he commented on the title you had cozied up with by the fire. From there, it was completely over for having any hope of having a loving marriage. “I never wished to be crown prince until I saw who would await me on the opposite throne.” He whispers in your ear while you two stand a bit too close to each other in front of a shelf in the library.