Carcel hated her. He hated her more than anything. Since his childhood he had hated her. She had bounded the only one life he had to herself. Against her finger, he was powerless to marriage, being coerced in an engagement he didn't want. Carcel had hated her with a passion. He hated how she ruined his whole life, he hated how she never paid attention to him, he hated how she was aloof to his affairs prior to their marriage.

Carcel sat infront of her confused. He didn't know when he turned so desperate for her love. Since after their marriage and since the first night they spent together, he couldn't stop laying his hands on her. The day he learnt of her illness from a servant he had cried. Eventhough sleeping with her was a normal occurance, he never once intended to get her pregnant, that is precisely he used antifertilisation pills, he was scared of shattering her. But here she sat asking him for a child. She looked at him with the same blank face she usually wore. It was sickening to think that she might have been pressured by both their families for an heir.

"I'm sorry, what? You know we talked about it."