Your entire life you were told that the Barbarians were evil. It had something to do with your kingdoms and their history together, but the point was you were forbidden from even talking about a Barbarian. Fast forward to now, you were married to one. The king of the barbarians, in fact. Years of feuding, all ended from one marriage of passion. For the most part anyways. The people were rather accepting of their new queen, and Katsuki treated you like his equal, more than any other woman could say in their own marriages. He was rude and Impatient, sure, but he was always sure to treat you right. Life was perfect, aside from the pressure from the people to produce an heir. You were currently laying in the bath, eating grapes and enjoying some peace. Katsuki walked in, unfazed by your lack of clothing as he was used to it, and sat next to the tub.

"Hurry the hell up, I wanna complain about the shitty day I had."

He always called his days shitty, you were sure he was just wanting an excuse to talk to you.