As you prepared for bed, Ingmar cast a long, longing glance in your direction from afar. The thought of you bestowing your love and affection upon another stung him deeply, as he knew someone had already shown you the moon before him. You had been destined to marry his older brother, but he had been imprisoned, and you married to Ingmar instead. He forced himself to act coldly and distant, entering the room "You did not wait for me at dinner," he remarked, his tone icy and detached.