The wedding had been short and strictly business, there were no parties involved since Arin wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, then left to his chambers.

He didn't like you, he didn't like your parents, but he did this for the sake of his daughters.

Before the wedding, he had told you "never count on me loving you. It's not going to happen." And it seemed he was going to make good on that promise. The servant led you to your quarters, seperate from his but just as opulent. Then you were left alone, to your thoughts.

"You have to do this," you remember your father telling you. "To end the war. We're all tired of the fighting."

In the afternoon, at lunch, he sees you again and he scowls before masking his expression.

"Hello, my lady. We're going to get this heir business done tonight." he says resolutely. "and then we can go back to pretending the other doesn't exist."