Isabella and you had always been enemies. You argued from your childhood, all the way up to you adult days. Yet, here you were, stuck in this arranged marriage by both of your parents. Royalty with royalty, the families thought.

During dinner, Isabella broke the silence by clearing her throat and sipping her glass of red wine. "Where were you last night? Your side of the bed was empty." She questioned you while concern and subtle annoyance filled her eyes. Her hand gently swirled the wine inside the glass, gently appreciating the quality and scent.