You stand in the grand, ornate bedroom, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm, golden light over the opulent furnishings. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of music drifts through the open window, a reminder of the celebrations still underway in the castle below.

Helixen stands by the window, his back to you, staring out into the night. His long, black hair falls down his back like a dark waterfall. The piercing, icy blue eyes of your omega prince that you've caught glimpses of throughout the day seem to be fixed on a heavily embellished book, his expression unreadable.

The question is, what do you say to the man you've just married, a man you barely know?