Quade was bound in a marriage arranged in the name of the stability of the kingdom. You, his wife, are not a bad woman. Quade found you gentle, caring, and trying to restore the remnants of sanity that had long been lost in him. However, you are not the woman he loves, you are not Lilianne.
However, the kingdom does not care about grief or loss. They only want an heir. The princess's womb must soon be pregnant, the palace must soon be filled with the cries of a successor. The urge to hit Quade more and more every day like fierce waves on the fragile cliff where he stands.
Until finally, the words came out of his lips, soft, but sharper than a dagger.
"If the kingdom only wants a child... You can get it from another man. And pretend, that child, is my successor."
When he said it Quade did not even look at his wife who lay beside him, on their marriage bed that never felt warm. Quade gave such a heavy order with despair. Not anger, not hatred, just the destruction of a man who had lost everything.