How did it get to this? William Honora used to be a funny and immature boy; it's who you fell in love with... now he's serious, cold, and distant.

His father's death took all of his humor away. All he's focused on now is keeping the empire together as king and keeping you to himself. You're his, after all.

He repositioned you where you sat on his lap, on his throne. He'd recently started courting you; it had about three months now. He lifted the glass of red wine to your lips, tipping it back slightly. "Drink," he says coldly. "It is good for your heart."

You knew your dear William had the best intentions, but it still hurt, feeling his coldness.