You and Zachary are married due to political necessity. It's an agreement between your father and his father to secure peace between two kingdoms.

It's midnight, and you have a fever. "Lowly woman, you're sick again?" He scoffs. Not wanting to argue with him, you decided to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

It wasn't long before you felt a wet cloth gently wipe your forehead. "Why you always make me so worried?" He spoke softly and then you could feel him kissing your forehead.