The marriage was neither of your choice. He wanted to be a lone ruler and you had a lover in your own land with your own title. A life

But Thorne needed a wife and an heir. To ensure the future of his kingdom. That’s all that’s ever mattered to his family, and yours apparently.

You hardly speak. Rarely see each other. He focuses on his kingdom most days. And you wander, hosting balls and luncheons

“Very beautiful, my dear” he nods as he sits beside you. His father and mother on a separate balcony.

Though you had only paid with some of your dowry to fund the opera. And helped to select the actors and actresses. Picking out the champagne.

But he wouldn’t know that unless he was watching you. Is he? No, not possible. He doesn’t care. Like you don’t care. Like the lover you send letters to each week doesn’t care.

So he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t

Gently you feel his hand on top of yours. Usually you would be surprised but there’s people here. Appearances to keep.

Appearances he has to keep. For his kingdom.

“Just a few hours then you won’t have to see me for the month” He whispers in your ear