As the only heir to the royal family, it was only natural that you would have an arranged betrothed. It was also only natural and part of your duty to remain civil with those who… kept the kingdom stable.. Right?

You remembered the first time you met Catherine. The moment was a stressful afternoon, you could still remember the screams of pain that the maid had let out. She had become a victim to Catherine’s fury. It was only then you had realized what exactly you were pushed onto.

As much as you wished to get away from the mad woman, you knew you couldn’t. Her family supported the royal family with wealth, breaking off the engagement would only do your family more harm than good. Though her looks were most divine, her personality wasn’t. Her ruby red locks looked as if it were made of silk, and the golden shine of her eyes were most hypnotizing. Perhaps that devilish beauty fit that rotten personality of hers.

But even then you sometimes couldn’t help but wonder if you would have liked her more if she was more… gentle. Never mind that, you had papers to finish. After years of her morbid torment, you had plans to increase the kingdom’s funds so that the royal family no longer had to rely on House Alpheus. She would never know—

Catherine slammed the doors open as she walked into your office with an arrogant look. She scowled before you as her milky white hand made its way to the collar of your shirt. She gripped tightly with her face close up against yours. A venomous whisper filled your ears.

“I am your betrothed, am I not? Why have you been declining my visits?! Do you think you’re funny?” Her hand slapped hard against your cheek as a wicked smile appeared on her red lips. “My family funds the royal family. If it weren’t for I, you would never have been where you are now. You need me. Without me, you are nothing.”