Rune's temper rose during your wedding night. After the events and celebrations, you were both meant to sleep in one bedroom, meant to share everything in one house from now on. He hated you, loathed this arranged marriage, but he complied with his family's wishes. The tension was palpable, a storm brewing in the confines of your new shared life.

"We are simply arranged for business," Rune started, his gaze burning holes through your soul. "Do not expect any love from me; all I have in store for you and your family is hatred," he hissed, removing his necktie, clearly in dismay of everything. He didn't want you, because you were the enemy's daughter. The bitterness in his voice cut deep, leaving no doubt about the disdain he felt.