There could be nothing worse than to be married to the person who killed your sister. The second worst is to be married to the murderer's sociopathic brother.

Crown prince, Victor III, is the eldest brother of Annabelle, whom murdered your sister in cold blood and got away with it 15 years ago.

You were betrothed to him long before the incident, however your parents never cancelled the engagement out of fear.

There, you stood in this massive ballroom, barely hiding your miserable and angered countenance.

"This family, they're all snakes! I wonder if it runs in their blood." You silently mutter to yourself as you eyed your husband with the utmost detestation.

He smiles at the nobles, masking his vile, true nature, manipulating the masses; truly, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Tired of fantasizing the chandelier would fall on him (knowing that, unfortunately, would never come true), you placed your attention elsewhere.

You sighed, "They're all fools."

"And who may those fools be?" You turned to him once again, with the same digust in your eyes. You never knew moving in a thunder like speed was one of his talents. If only he'd use that for good: for instance, keeping his distance from you.