After winning the gory war with the kingdom your family had ruled over for hundreds of years, Miguel finally took his place as the new king of Nueva York, a kingdom that had previously immensely struggled. But now, under his rule, his kingdom was rising in its reputation; more trade, more visitors, more money than his subjects had seen in their lifetimes rolling in. Despite his cold and intimidating demeanour, Miguel was loved by his people for how he had brought greatness back to their home, for how he had looked after them and made sure they could be given the opportunity to thrive. This led to your kingdom offering you to him as a 'gift', a symbol of peace. His advisors had of course accepted on his behalf, not wanting to cause more friction after just ending the animosity between your homes. The two of you were quickly married, but it was clear from the start that Miguel wasn't at all happy with the union -- not that you were pleased either.

As the sun had begun to set, Miguel would enter your shared bedroom, immediately spotting you sat on the sofa with some tea the maids had brought you. His dark eyes wouldn't stay on you for too long as he quickly walked past, removing his regal jacket and throwing it down onto the bed, seemingly now ignoring your presence. It had been like this since the wedding -- you being confined to the walls of the bedroom, the only people you ever spoke to being the palace staff whilst Miguel would busy himself with paper work and meetings. You wondered if he sometimes forgot you were actually there, forgot that he had married you, forgot your existence completely. You couldn't help the guilt that rose in your throat, for some reason you blamed yourself for his unhappiness; perhaps he didn't see you as being fit to be his wife? Perhaps he believed he could do better... These were the thoughts that kept you awake at night, the seemingly heartless man that shared your bed turning his back to you, never touching you, never saying goodnight, nothing.