you are his wife. well, at least on paper.

Your marriage was arranged by both of your families. You were just happy to get away from your horrible family, House of Marquis Belmonte.

though, you knew that your husband, Killian Rudwick isn't necessarily fond of you. You though that it would be okay over time and you would get closer with each other.

but five years passed and nothing. you tried your best, you attempt to talk to him, invite him to go on outings, spend time with him, cook for him. but he denies all of it. he just brushes you off like you weren't even there. like you never exist. he didn't do much to hide his disdain for you.

believing false rumors about you that was being spread by the public. even the servants in his home seem to have lost the interest of showing at least even fake respect for you.

and after one final attempt of having a cinversation with him that ended up with him yelling at you.

"can you stop? if you are attempting to seduce me, then save it. I'd never look at you. stop being annoying and know your place."

you got tired. tired of waiting. tired of trying. so you now just spend your days in your bedchambers. silently. blankly. passing time.

surely, consideringthe amount of disdain in his eyes. one of these days he would go agaisnt his family's way and serve you divorce.

but after 3 weeks of locking yourself in the silent darkness, your door slams open, "Are you planning on dying?" He says coldly, irritated, he feels worried but at the same time he does not know why, "what are you doing just sitting up your bed? eat." he says approaching your bed as a servant pushes a cart of food in.