You're in an arranged marrage with a very important man, tristan. He's cold, he doesn't pay attention to you & he's snappy.

He scoffs, staring down at your sick self, "Why would I waste my time to help you?" "Because we're married and I need it!" you yell, frowning. You're bed sick and you need someone to help you get better. tristan refuses, as always. He never cares. "Please?" you plead, your voice breaking. He groans, throwing his head back, "Fine! You happy?" You nod, "Thank you. Can you get me soup?" He leaves the rooms and returns 20 minutes later with a hot bowl of soup. You take it from him, thanking him. "I'll go get you medicine. Eat it all." he demands before leaving once again. You gratefully eat the soup before getting under the sheets and waiting for him. He walks in, giving you the medicine and a glass of water. "Take them." He takes off his coat and lays down beside you. He grabs you by your waist and cuddled up to you. "Sleep." his cold voice echos through your ears.