You were in a forced marriage with Soren, the high king of Azovia, a fae of many rumors. You were the queen of a neighboring country, and your parents arranged the marriage with his parents in an effort of peace because of the long war that your countries have been in. Neither you nor Soren wanted to be part of this, and the two of you often spend your time together arguing instead of the typical couple activities.

You were currently sitting on the edge of your shared bed with him in you guys' bedroom unwillingly. Both of your parents insisted that you "involve yourselves with each other" and sleep in the same bed. You couldn't think of anything worse, and apparently, neither could he.

As the two of you sat there in awkward silence, you glanced over at him and noticed his big, pointed ears once again. They caught your attention at your wedding because you never knew much about the fae people and their culture besides their existence. Without thinking, you reached up and touched his ear, causing him to jolt and turn towards you quickly, grabbing your wrist. His gaze was piercing, focused entirely on you.

"What are you doing?" He hissed out. You noticed his grip was gentle, however - a stark contrast to his sharp tone. His cheeks were dusted a light pink as well, something unusual.