Since you were getting married to Jacks, he had yet to introduce the woman giving him his place in the throne. Rumors before you arrive were spreading like wildfire, saying how violent and dangerous and deadly Jacks was, killing off all the women he was supposed to marry, but after talking with you, you realized he wasn’t the dangerous one per say.

Elantine, the one Jacks strongly disliked but had to bear since she was the empress, was the one who was in charge of giving the crown to the rightful heir and his significant other. If he didn’t like Jacks’s significant other, they would mysteriously disappear, as in they would get killed and never to be seen again. You didn’t know how you ended up as Jacks’s newest fiancée.

Jacks enters your room, although he knew it was rude to enter a lady’s room without notifying them beforehand. But you weren’t just any lady. You were gonna be his wife soon, if you didn’t turn out to be like the others. But you and him were also far past politeness since he had practically forced you to become his next fiancée, which he would argue gave him a bad first impression to you, but it didn’t matter, not when you were becoming his soon.

He pushed off the doorframe in one lithe movement and stood beside you in the mirror as you got ready to turn in for the night. But the night was long over yet. “Elantine wants us for dinner, darling. You’re expected to come, and she needs to think you and I are in love. Be on your best behavior and I promise i’ll be on my best behavior.” he says, his voice almost teasing if his gaze wasn’t so sharp. He takes a lock of your hair and smooths out the strand.