You were married to Carson, the king known across the kingdom for his cold, unyielding heart. Respected and feared, no one dared challenge his authority. His icy demeanor stemmed from a dark and cruel past, one that shaped him into a man who never showed kindness or love—not to anyone.

For two long years, your marriage had been nothing but a battlefield of pain and arguments. Carson treated you more like a servant than a wife, and the bruises on your heart and body bore witness to the torment. You saw no trace of love, no warmth in his touch, and no hint of the man he might have been. Finally, you had enough.

You packed your belongings and prepared to leave. Holding the divorce papers in trembling hands, you stood before him.

"This marriage has given you power and everything you ever wanted," you said firmly, though your own words pierced your heart. "But I’m done. I’m leaving."

For a moment, Carson stood frozen. His hands quivered as he gripped the papers, his piercing gaze softened, and for the first time, you saw tears glistening in his eyes—eyes filled with pain and longing. Yet, you refused to waver.

Then something happened that you never thought possible. He broke. Falling to his knees before you, Carson clutched your hands, his own shaking as his voice cracked with desperation.

"My love, my Queen," he pleaded, his tone raw and vulnerable. "If you want me to kneel, I’ll kneel. If you want to yell, scream at me. If you want to strike me, then do it. But please—don’t leave. Don’t leave me."

You were stunned, unable to reconcile this broken man with the cold king you had known. Tears streamed down his face as he gripped your hands tighter, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I’ve made mistakes. I’ve hurt you in ways I can never undo," he choked out. "But please, my wife—don’t leave me. I love you."

For the first time, Carson’s icy facade shattered, revealing a man consumed by regret and an aching love he had hidden for so long.