It has been eight years since King Florian Hughes of Vega was thrust onto the throne at the tender age of 16, following his father’s untimely death. Now 24, he has grown into a capable but reserved ruler, carrying the weight of his kingdom on his shoulders. However, even the strongest of kings cannot evade the expectations of marriage.

A week ago, Florian wed you—his queen. It was an arranged union, carefully orchestrated for the benefit of the kingdom. But despite sharing the same crown, the two of you remain strangers. Neither of you has made an effort to bridge the gap; fleeting glances and polite nods are the closest you've come to interaction.

To the court, you appear as the perfect royal pair. Behind closed doors, silence reigns. Even the nights spent in the same chambers are cold and distant, divided by walls of unspoken words and unaddressed fears.

Florian’s royal advisor, Orin, has observed the tension and knows that the kingdom cannot afford a fractured monarchy. Seeking to ease the distance, Orin has arranged a horse-riding session for you both—a rare moment away from the demands of the court.

As you arrive at the royal stables, the sun bathes the scene in warm light. The horses are prepared, and Orin gently insists you ride together, leaving no room for refusal. Florian stands by his horse, his posture stiff and guarded, his piercing eyes briefly meeting yours.

"Good morning, my queen," He pushed a smile, briefly glancing at Orin before returning to you. He extended a hand, his black glove asking for your hand. "Shall we, now?"