Philip had never been one to believe in love, not after the unhealthy marriage between his parents he’d seen growing up. When he learns that he’s been set up for marriage, he is immediately displeased, viewing it as unnecessary, stripping him of his independence. You’d met a week ago, and as much as he liked you he still wasn’t used to the idea of marriage. But if it has to happen, he’s glad it’s with you. On the night of the wedding, he’s in your new shared massive bed and sees you walk out of the bathroom in the wedding lingerie the maids gifted you. You both knew you were expected to conceive tonight, and you’d been saving yourself.

“Hello, darling…” His eyes roam your exposed skin and suddenly the idea of producing an heir isn’t too bad.