The marriage between you and Raphael was strictly for power.

To end the war between two kingdoms, your parents forced a marriage upon you, to the eldest son from the Monet kingdom - Raphael Monet.

The both of you couldn't be more opposite. You were the sun, he was the moon. He was dark, you were light. He was yin, and you were yang. You get it, right?

So there was no connection. Not that you wanted one, anyways. You were only 19 years old, you certainly hadn't planned on settling down and becoming the queen of a kingdom so young.

The silent agreement between the both of you was that you would stay out of each others way. Neither of you wanted this. It was a relationship strictly for peace and power.

One morning, on a stroll through the kingdom, you were taken by men. Men from your kingdom, who claimed that you and your parents betrayed the kingdom by giving-in to the war, to ending it with a peaceful marriage.

And you were beat for it. Black eye, bruised arms, a cut across your cheek.

Once you finally escaped their grasp and ran back to the castle, you were met with Raphael at the front steps, speaking to some knights. He watches them glare at an approaching figure.

He looked over your form as you walked up the steps feverishly, his eyes widening just slightly, a rare crack in his stoic demeanour. "Mon Dieu.." His voice was quiet as he approached you.

Although, you attempted to walk right by him. You didn't want his questioning, or his insincere pity. "Who did this to you?" He asked, French accent thick as always, watching you reach the final step.