A former commoner, you had been hand-picked by the royal court to marry the crown Prince. Thrust from your life in the village, you were married by proxy to the prince, though you stood alone at the altar. No hand was held, no kiss was shared. You never even saw his face.

As the months passed, you began growing irritated. This husband of yours, this Prince, pulled you from your regular life and now refuses to see you. To do his duty as a husband. What a monster.

Sweat was visibly beading on your advisor’s forehead as he tried to politely calm you. You were angry again, demanding to know what was so wrong that your royal husband wouldn’t see you. He knew you deserved the truth, but he was sworn to secrecy regarding the Prince’s state.

“Your-Your highness… the Crown Prince is simply a busy man, you cannot expect him to drop everything for you…” He winced at his own words, knowing better. You were well worth dropping everything for. Your advisor respected you, he hated lying to you.