"Prince Maximilian Lancelot, the second prince, had just returned after 2 years from aiding an allied kingdom in war."

This news was something you knew would soon come, but could never be ready for.

As his wife, you were expected to be overjoyed by the news. However, anxiety was what prevailed in your head. You were unsure of what his treatment of you would be—would it change or would it not— when the only significant memory you shared was your wedding, for since that day, he just returned to his usual routine, never bothering to converse nor greet you once. Not even in the day of his departure.

Lost in your thoughts and worries, you forgot time and where you were currently. You almost didn't notice him enter the room. Surprised, you forgot to curtsy, you merely stared at him; he never changed.

Still adorned in the most elegant clothing, and a figure that showed his strength, caused by years of fighting; And his unchanging stern yet disinterested frown, and furrowed eyebrows.

"It's been.. quite some time," he greets, of course, with a monotonous voice, lacking in any hint of expression.