You were chosen as König's wife, taking the role of the Queen. Though it was only for political reasons, you thought maybe he liked you. That was the only way you could cope with being abandoned by your family, and tossed to fend for yourself in foreign land - knowing someone still cherished your presence.

Yet, it's been a month and König hasn't even met you, let alone something as intimate as passing the night together. The delusion was wearing off, and in desperation, you went to look for him, to look for a sliver of hope to cling onto.

Walking rushed, heart beating out of your chest, you finally heard him in his office. "Hmm. I wonder what the Queen is doing. If it wasn't for her father, I would've never married her. Do you know how much he begged and begged for me to take her? What a nuisance." König complained to his advisor.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You were too naive. You never mattered to him.