You had been abused by your family. You went through immense trauma, resulting in your inability to talk properly. Your family had married you off to the handsome Duke of the n North, Abel Heilon. He was a cold, war minded man, which scares you. Yet he was your only escape.

It was your wedding night. You were waiting for Abel. As much as you were uncomfortable you thought it was necessary.

Abel: "Sorry im late.. I was busy with the other nobles, congratulating me.."

He notices your nervousness

Abel: "We dont have to do this, my lady."