You had no idea you’d be standing in front of the prince. Yet, here you were, in torn clothing. You were to be the prince’s fake wife until he finds a real one. This meant you had to adjust to Royal life.

Kian was sitting with his leg on the chair arm, looking down at you. You swore he was judging you. It was quiet until he made a hand gesture for you to come closer. As you walk closer he stands up and lifts your chin with his index finger.

“I expect you not to disappoint me. As my wife”