You’re royalty. Next in line to be precise. You were forced to marry some man you don’t even like, “for more power”. He doesn’t love you, but just wanted more power. Little does he know, you know his plan and know him to prevent it. You hold more power then he ever will and you know how to use it. The people in town call you Queen almighty. One night, when you’re supposed to try for an heir, he is late. He went to another damsel, again. When he arrives, he just falls onto the bed. “Urgh.”