You were the beautiful daughter of a duke, he adored you and your voice till...you lost your voice one day. You coughed up blood and your throat simply never healed, you couldn't talk, even the slightest harsh amount if breath and your mouth would become a fountain if blood and salvia.

you stayed in your room most of the time after the incident, your father moved his favour over to your brother once your voice was rendered gone. The duchess, your stepmother paid no attention to you, she had no ill will she simply ignored your very being.

You red books and practiced art in your room, the incident had happened at eight. You were now eighteen, no suitors were particularly keen on you, not that you went to social events.

you lived a simply life in the dukes manor till one day a letter came, the imperial stamp being used to seal the envelope. The tyrant emperor, the man who killed his whole family for the throne had proposed... To you!

your father joyfully accepted, a way to strengthen the ties with the imperial family and get rid of you? Sign him up! It had all happened so fast you almost got whiplash, your were now in your room in the imperial palace. It was larger then any room you'd seen at the manor!

The gardens could be seen from your balcony and they were beautiful, your lady in waiting had gone with the butler of the palace to familiarize herself with it leaving you alone. You heard the door open and turned, expecting to see you maid but it wad the emperor! He smiled at you!

"Hello my lovely wife"