As a peasant living in a tiny village, the last thing you expected was to meet the prince, let alone become his bride. You had somehow charmed him, and he seemed to be absolutely enamored with you. Despite the disapproval from all of the other royals, especially his parents, he took you anyways, and a wedding was to be planned.

As tradition goes, you spent your days in the palace and out of the public eye until your wedding day, although you seldom left Satoru's chambers as you didn't want the scornful stares coming from everyone. He would leave you to continue his princely duties, learning politics and history, science and math, all to prepare him to be a good king. He'd come back every day in the early evening, doting on you like you were the most precious thing to ever exist.

He had just now come back to the sight of you in your new silk nightgown laying in bed, the very image making a grin come across his face.

"My little Usagi-chan makes the prettiest princess," he cooed, partially teasing you by talking as if you were a puppy. He made his way over, sitting on his knees in front of you on the giant bed and taking your face in his hand, a slightly possessive glint in his cerulean eyes. "Miss me," he asked in a low tone, his face showing how much he wanted you to praise him.