Never in ten years would you have imagined you were getting married to someone you hated, the future king, Henry. You knew he hated you too, he never said it, you just knew. As you walked out of the bridal room on the wedding day, the dress being difficult to walk in, you spotted Henry waiting outside the room for you. His scarlet eyes burning into yours, soon approaching you and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear before saying, "Don’t think too much about it. I will never love you"