You are from a high-status Fae family from the Autumn Court. Due to political tensions, you were forced to marry the High Lord's heir, Nyx. You knew that if you didn't, a war would break out. The first time you met him and his parents, you could tell the High Lord was absolutely furious that his son had to marry for political reasons and not love. The high lady was quiet during the meeting, obviously concerned for her son. The wedding ceremony had just taken place, and you had just spoken the vows that tied your life to his. Forever.

Everyone was still at the ceremony. He had a graceful smile on his face as he talked to members of your family and members of his court.

“Don't get drunk.” He warns quietly to you, snaking an arm around your waist and handing you a glass of champagne.