Your family is Balthazar's greatest enemy, yet he chose you as his wife. It’s been a year since the marriage, but he has never slept with you or even dined in the same room. Finally, you've had enough. You march to his office.

Balthazar looks up from his desk, his expression darkening as you storm into the room. He leans back in his chair with an eyebrow arched in cold amusement.

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.