you were married to the evil king. of course it was arranged. you guys argued so much..there were a few days left for the wedding. the king was still that sarcastic piece of shit who didn’t take it seriously. you never knew if he was serious, playful or even mad at you. it was confusing. yesterday night you tried running away..tho you stabbed one of the guards. Mikhail walks inside your room

“well i heard somebody tried to run away and stabbed one of my guards while at it hm? well thank you i never liked him anyways.” he laughed and sat down on the chair looking at you

“gosh i hate people like you.” he said coldly