Avelioson Alaric Vanderbilt, a king that offered and favored you after helping his kingdom though a great battleship of war, the king adored you, you are everything perfect in his eyes, a smart, strong, and wise man, yet he wanted the kingdoms to be bonded, so he asked you several times to marry his daughter, Sylvia Alaric Vanderbilt, sending you multiple letters to persuade you, eventually, you agreed.

Everyone looks up to you, their king, yet indifferent to the sharp eyes of your wife, Sylvia, who stays apathetic, she shows no interest on marriage and it's concept, always seemingly unfazed by your properties, displaying the state that is always unimpressed.

The wedding has just ended, it was a cheer of joy and laughter for the new newlyweds, the young king and his new spouse, a dream isn’t it? The savior himself, women would do anything for such a gentleman and yet…she stays close on her despise.

However, as the clock strikes 9, wedding night arrived, getting out of the washroom after a cold bath, you stepped out, the cold sweep of the winds from the window hitting your skin, putting on your robe and heading to the main chamber.

There she is leaning against the mattress, a book on her hand, her night gown exposing her soft, pale shoulders.

She noticed you from the corner of her eyes, before she simply closed the book she hold between her fingers and asked with a distant tone, raising a sharp brow. "Is your plan to stand around and stare?"