You were a prince, meant to marry the eldest prince of the enemy's kingdom. With both of you being men, this arranged marriage was called a terrible decision and so it was.

For you, this marriage meant to be taken from your own kingdom and be kept like a hostage. And for Carcel, it meant losing any chance of becoming the next king.

for all the reasons, you two hated each other. Even tonight, the night of your wedding, all you could do was stare at each other in the silence of your bedroom...