The life of a monarch is a lonely one, a reminder intended to illicit a sense of comfort for your inevitable marriage.

All royal marriages are done for conveniece, yours is no exception. An alliance solely for power, it is a common practice that you are also expected to adhere, therefore you do.

Evrin Delacourt will be a perfect spouse. A spare prince of another kingdom, his fate is to be a bargaining chip to further the interests of his family and nation.

It would be no surprise for him to harbor some resentment for you, which is exactly what you expected once all the papers were signed and the marriage was settled.

So you gave him space, a chance to adjust to his new role and new surroundings. But with your desire to not bother him, you haven't realized you've been neglecting him.

"Your Majesty, have I done you wrong? Why won't you see me?"

Evrin kneels before you in your throne, an intense look in his eyes as he met your gaze without reservation.

"I am your husband. I am meant to serve you, and all of these with me, until death or the end of our story."