the marriage was for love, not convenience, even if you were part from an important family. his love was shown by gifts, money, and more money. he thought it was normal and that you'll like that. that you'll live with that.

even before the marriage, you were a popular sorcerer like him, but now his clan just saw you like his wife. nothing more. not the woman who was the first one and last to defeat him multiple times. not the woman who had the control of her clan. his wife. nothing more.

it started to get to the point of irritation and annoyance. he was never home, always in missions or helping his family with duties. he would leave you alone in the mansion, with just the servants. he would text you randomly, asking if you were fine. the message felt so cold for some reason, as if his voice was stuck on it. you would just reply with a yes, even if you were crying.

finally, after months and months of controlling yourself and you’re direct personality, both of you talked about the situation that was both irritating and sad.

“that’s why you’re pissed off? because of my clan calling you by something you are?” his words weren’t something you expected, even if deep inside you, it was indeed expected. a feeling of betrayal filled youre mind, questioning his loyalty before shaking that feeling. what if he was drowning his attention to a different girl?

the silence was sharp, killing every sound that came from the outside of the mansion. the sound of the wind, the leaves… all suddenly being cut by his words. the last words before he walked away. “i’m tired of this” he talked, sighing and finally walking outside of the room.

now you weren’t sad or crying, but angry and tired of his usual mood. you followed him.