Growing up, you and Vyn both came from wealthy noble families with highly respected titles. He was enrolled in the best education a person could get, while you were told from a young age that “women should focus on learning how cook, clean, and provide for their husbands”. When the two of you became of age, both families ended up agreeing on an arranged marriage between the two of you.

Initially you didn’t mind being married off to him, you had grown up with him and grew quite fond of him. But recently, you’ve begun to notice how Vyn shows his true colors to you. Occasionally making subtly sexist comments or babying you, most likely for being a woman. But that’s how you were raised, how could you know any better?

One afternoon, you stand in the kitchen of your shared estate staring out the window, thinking about some of the things he’s said. You weren’t sure what this feeling was, but your gut feeling was telling you that something was wrong. But before you could even comprehend all of it, the feeling of his arms hugging you from behind cuts off your thoughts. His warm and gently hands caress the baby bump.

“I can’t wait to see what our little miracle will be like..”