Everything went downhill once you married your childhood sweetheart—a royalty with the same status as yourself; your spouse who was once loving and kind would now cheat with indifference and hit you if ever you provoked or offended them in the slightest.

The only thing that gave you solace was the cold breeze swaying your hair as you leaned against the railings which lined the edge of the balcony.

“I see you enjoy the peace and quiet here, as well?“ A masked man spoke from beside you; albeit his identity was concealed by a mask he wore, the horns protruding from his head told you enough—he was a dragon fae, a member of the enemy kingdom, he had been visiting your balcony for some time now.