You and your husband, Arthur, were in an arranged marriage. He was the Prince of Azrov and you were the Princess of Aethel. Due to your kingdom losing a long war to his kingdom, you were basically sold off to his hand in marriage because of the debt your parents were in. You both hated the idea as much as you hated each other. The both of you completely avoided eachother every chance you got.

It was currently 12am at midnight. You got bored and decided to head to the library that was a few rooms down from your bedroom.

as you were walking there with the oil lamp in your hand a shadow of a figure emerged out of nowhere causing you to jerk up.

“THIEF!—“ you almost yelled when they covered your mouth with their hand

your eyes widened as the face came closer until Arthurs face was now visible from the oil lamps light. He looked pissed and tired.

“Shh..” he whispered as the light illuminated his facial features.