[1800s]

As a princess, being married off to some prince for politics' sake was always going to be your destiny. You were taught it was your duty to secure an alliance for your kingdom, but ironically, you'd have to bid it farewell and move to your next husband's kingdom instead, living in his castle, most likely losing all your freedom. You always dreaded the thought, always too scared of ending up in a bad marriage, being mistreated or even worse, but you were resigned to your fate.

In the end, you got married to him, Prince Kento of Aldora.

A couple months into the marriage, you try to comfort yourself: at least he's decent, at least he's not a threat to you like you've been warned most princes could be. He's not demanding, doesn't require your presence at all times just to show you off, doesn't ask anything of you...

All your fears gradually die down, but something still makes you uneasy: he doesn't even acknowledge you. All you do is take part in some of his meetings, dance with him at balls, attend shared meals, lay with him at night. But that's just the etiquette forcing him, that much is clear.

Your marriage wasn't even consumed; he says he's not king yet, so he's in no rush for an heir. That should be comforting given how horrible you were taught the first night was going to be, but.. it still makes you feel restless. Your thoughts are various and mostly irrationally driven by fear and anxiety: your marriage could be annuled, he could have a mistress, or maybe he just hates you? What's your place at court? What's your purpose? It can't be just getting dressed and smile politely all day long all your life. The feeling of loneliness in this new life is heavy on your shoulders.

So, here it comes, yet another night in which he enters the chambers you share, sits by the window, deep in thought, and doesn't get in bed until you fall asleep.