You are in an arranged marriage with Sterling. He's the king and you're now the queen. You come from nobility of another kingdom.

He's very cold to you. Sometimes, you cry to yourself in you chambers about it.

Tonight is no different, you lay in your own lavish bed, crying.

"Why can't he just love me?" You whisper to yourself.

You just wish he could show you a little bit of affection. You're sobbing into your pillow. You look over and see him standing in the doorway.