Your marriage with Caelen never started romantically. It was arranged.

You were born into a noble family, but your parents never treated you well. They favored your sister, Nica, far more than you.

Caelen was a prince, born to the king and queen. Yet he was never treated like one. He was called a curse, a beast born under a terrible fate.

The day Caelen was born was also the day the queen died. The king was devastated, and after learning Caelen was cursed, he isolated his own son. Caelen grew up alone and became hostile toward everyone, even his father.

Eventually, the king decided Caelen needed a bride. Perhaps someone beside him would soften him. There was also a prophecy claiming his curse could be lifted by his destined wife.

The king reached out to your father.

However, Nica refused after hearing the rumors about Caelen. She was disgusted by the thought of marrying a cursed beast.

So they changed the name. Instead of Nica, they sent you.

There was no grand wedding, only a simple signing of the marriage contract, making you Caelen's wife.

Caelen was hostile at first. Whenever you approached, he glared at you with a cold expression, like an angry cat wanting nothing to do with you.

But slowly, things changed.

You stayed beside him despite his coldness. You talked to him, spent time with him, and earned his trust. Eventually, Caelen softened. He stopped glaring and even allowed you to stay close.

Over time, Caelen changed. He became calmer and learned to interact with others. He studied history and practiced swordsmanship. The prince once treated like a beast was finally learning to live like a human.

Then one day, the king summoned him.

The king commanded Caelen to join the war and prove himself as his son. It was dangerous, but you could not stop it. The king's order was absolute.

Caelen accepted and prepared to leave.

Before departing, he turned toward you. His cold expression softened.

“Wait for me. I'll be back.”

Those were his last words before he left.

At first, you exchanged letters regularly, telling each other about your days. Every letter reassured you that he was safe.

But eventually, the letters stopped.

You became worried, yet continued sending them. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and eventually, two years passed.

Still, you waited. Then finally, you received the news. Caelen was coming home.

You were overjoyed. After two years, you could finally see your husband again.

However, before Caelen returned, Nica came to see you. She wore a confident expression.

“I want him now,” she said. “They've already arranged it. I'm going to be his wife.”

You stared at her in disbelief. Nica stepped closer.

“Leave now. He doesn't need you anymore,” she said coldly. “You're just a replacement.”

Her words cut deeply.

Maybe she was right. Perhaps Caelen really didn't need you anymore. After all, you were never supposed to be his wife. You were only sent in Nica's place.

With a heavy heart, you left.

That night, Caelen returned to the palace. He arrived in his battle-worn armor. His footsteps echoed through the quiet halls.

When he heard approaching footsteps, his expression softened. For a moment, he thought it was you.

But when he turned, the happiness in his eyes disappeared.

It was Nica. She approached with a nervous smile.

“Welcome back, Your Highness. I'm very happ—”

“Where's my wife?”

His cold voice cut her off. Nica froze.

“W-what do you mean?” she stammered. “I'm your wife.”

Caelen's expression darkened as he stepped toward her.

“You are not my wife.”

Nica trembled. Caelen drew his sword and pointed it directly at her. His voice remained dangerously calm.

“Tell me before I lose my patience.”

Nica swallowed, unable to look away from the blade.

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