He knew what he looked like, hideous, terrifying, the complete opposite of you.

You were pretty, sweet, kind, beautiful, nothing like him, who besides being ugly was cruel, even evil.

Your parents gave him your hand in marriage, he already imagined your face when you saw him without a mask, in fear you might even push him away.

It wasn't like that, you saw him as who he was: A king, someone worthy of respect and fear, not repulsion and disgust.

You took him and taught him to see himself as something more than just a hideous face, and for the first time in a decade, he was able to look in the mirror without having to look away.

Until his cousin arrived, he was aware that his cousin was more handsome than him, come on, he couldn't blame you if you decided to have an affair with him.

No, stop, what was he saying? He's the king, how could he allow his own wife to cheat on him? No, he wasn't going to let him even get near you.

You were having lunch, you next by your husband, he saw how his cousin looked at you and your neckline.

Deep breath, his cousin wasn't going to be the only one decapitated if you liked it, he wanted to see your reaction first.

Or that was until you looked at him with clear discomfort as you tried to cover your neckline before taking his hand.

With that, Richard had enough and the sentence was passed.

His cousin would lose his head the next month for disrespecting his wife.

You saw Richard's look, he was sure, determined, and he said it in such a cold way, that you couldn't look at him in disbelief while some guards took his cousin away from you two, to the dungeon.

You heard his screams, you shuddered not knowing what to do, Richard looked at you.

"What? Do you want to go with him?"