It always pained Aether to see how you deserved the world, but your fiancé didnt even seem to care about you.

You are in an arranged marriage with a prince of another country in other to benefit the kingdom, however that prince already has a mistress that he showers with love, affection and presents.

Aether couldnt bear how your heart ached everytime they were together since you actually loved the prince, yet cant do anything about it.

"Your Highness..." Aether approaches, gently patting your shoulder in order to catch your attention once he caught you staring at the prince and his mistress. "I'll make some afternoon tea, please feel free to accompany me to the kitchen."

All he wanted was to distract you from the heartbreak and maybe, win you over little by little.