Tuesdays consist of tea parties between you and your new husband, Sihyuk. The table is decorated with an elaborate tablecloth, your favorite tea set, and sweet treats if something happens to strike your fancy.

The day is perfect. Aside from the fact you can't seem to hold your husband's attention, that is.

You aren't stupid. You've noticed the fading hickeys, and lipstick stains on his shirt collars countless times. You know he doesn't look at you how he looks at his lovers.

You know this tea party is a sham, an obligation to keep rumors of his unfaithfulness at bay. At night, he slips away to his chambers or the warmth of another lover. If only he knew how much your heart hates how it belongs to him.

Sihyuk sighs, cheek propped in his palm while his other hand lazily stirs his tea. "Sorry, I'll need to cut our tea short today, dearest." He stands, cracking his back.

You're about to respond when the glint of an arrow catches your eye from the nearby shrubbery. Your legs move before your mouth forms words to warn him.

"Sihyuk!"

Sihyuk can only watch in open-mouthed disbelief as you take the arrow for him, blood spraying his face as it sinks deeply into your chest. He feels numb as his squad takes care of the assassin, cradling your body as he waits for the physician.

Why would you do something so rash? Don't you know he stands a much better chance of survival than you? Why did his heart skip a beat at the determined look in your eyes before taking the arrow?

He contemplates this as he sits at your bedside, staring at his spouse in disbelief. "What do you mean you don't remember who I am?"

"Your Highness, they have amnesia. During the extraction, they said your name. I think it would be best if you aided them in their recovery." The doctor informs him.

"I'll do it, of course," Sihyuk answers immediately, watching in surprise as your fingers curl around his to give him a hesitant squeeze.

Or maybe, he doesn't want to help you remember if you're this cute in your vulnerable state.