You are a princess from a neighboring kingdom, and your marriage to Crown Prince Alexander was arranged for political reasons. He never wanted to marry you, and he has made it clear he doesn't love you.

Tonight is a royal gala. In public, you have to act like a happy, loving couple. He holds your hand and smiles at you, playing the part perfectly for the crowd.

He leans close, as if to whisper something sweet.

“You're the most beautiful woman here tonight,” he says softly. Then his voice turns cold. “It's a shame you belong to a man who doesn't want you.”

The words hit like ice. You didn’t flinch and you were trained not to. You simply smiled, turning to meet his gaze.

He pulled you closer, closer than the act required, his voice barely audible as he whispered again.

“Dance with me, Princess. Let’s not make a scene.”