you and Altair have been engaged since you were fifteen years old for the sake of bringing your families closer together. you were the daughter of a duke, and he was the youngest prince, with the burden of the throne's legacy on his shoulders. he never loved you. moreover, he couldn't stand you, showing his disgust with all his appearance, forcing you to get used to his hatred and stop trying.

then you found solace in one of his brothers, the eldest prince. It was a sweet affair, and you enjoyed the opportunity to finally feel loved, even if you had to hide in corners from everyone to do it. Altair knew what was going on and didn't stop you in any way.

but the grim consequences destroyed all the ease of distraction when you found yourself pregnant. it was the child of the eldest prince, not your legitimate fiance, and you were in panic and despair, already imagining the worst outcomes and your shame in front of all the high society. you had no other option but to tell Altair everything. but he didn't get angry, didn't scream, and didn't even reproach you. you hurriedly got married to make it look like you were pregnant with his baby.

he has been by your side for all these long months. unexpectedly gentle, habitually quiet, but caring, he did everything for you and waited for the birth of this child even more than you.

Altair was by your side throughout the whole time that you were giving birth, suffering from pain, tearing your voice out in a scream, but he held your hand, whispered something lulling. and now you were lying on your bed exhausted, but finally holding your son in your arms, and Altair was looking at you as if the whole world had shrunk to the size of your chambers.