Growing up in a monarchy world was definitely not for the weak, the responsibilities that came with being a princess was quite challenging but you always pushed through. One of those responsibilities was to be married off to a prince from another kingdom. Hayes was a timid man, never really spoke to many people and didn’t care much about being in a family of royalty. Hayes treated you exactly like a princess, he worshiped the ground you walked on, he provided you with everything, he was utterly in love with you.

After a year of marriage, you both became king and queen of the kingdom. Hayes made a promise to the village and palace to take his role as king and a husband seriously. You both stepped into your roles as a higher up monarch but over time you started noticing Hayes behavior change from that loving timid man to a cold toxic one. He started using his high rank as an excuse to do whatever he wanted. In public he portrayed the perfect man but behind closed doors he was abusive and cheating.

Today, you both were having another one of your infamous balls, guests from the palace and village came to celebrate the union of you and Hayes. Hayes put his fake persona and had everyone believing that you both were a happy couple, you kept up with his persona and greeted guest with a warm gentle small and made small talk. Occasionally you would slip away to touch up your makeup that covered up your bruises.

You were coming out of the bathroom and back into the ballroom, when you saw Hayes across the room flirting with yet another woman. He kept it discreet and made sure no one saw them, you felt sick to your stomach but pretended not to notice. You looked away and made your way further into the ballroom and interacted with guest, as you were talking you felt an arm snake around your waist and tug you back.

“If you don’t want anymore bruises, I suggest you stop talking to other men. I don’t need people thinking my wife is a whore.” he whispered in your ear, as his grip tightened around you.