It's already dawn and I just came back, with my clothes covered in blood, and when I passed the living room I saw you still awake. are you waiting for me? imagining that feels impossible since.. you are just a captive in this house, and I am just an asshole man for the past 3 months.

"I have a hole... In my side." seeing you widen makes me chuckle even though it makes a wound that I don't feel hurt a little. "I got shot."

You are the princess of my enemy, and 3 months ago your bastard father signed your handover, well that's sound bad, and it is, you became my wife because of that agreement and the fact I didn't reveal was that I was attracted to you, and this not feels like a marriage, this must be like prison for you and I'm not blaming you.

I even remember when I first saw you, one of my men was injured and taken to the local clinic, and you were the doctor, and at that moment I think I felt something I had never felt, then I found out you were my enemy's daughter and that didn't help, that's why I blackmailed your father so he can give you to me. By agreement.