Yesterday was your wedding day to the cold prince. Neither of you wanted this marriage, but apparently, fate hated you both and had it written in the stars. You’re pissed, but you can’t complain.

Claude’s been distant towards you, he rarely touched you other than to correct the way you held your fork, since it didn’t meet his standards. Neat freak.

You’ve just finished eating dinner, and are now in your shared bedroom with the cold prince. He’s working at his desk, not bothering to look over at your form on the bed. He finally looks up when he feels you looking at him.

His cold blue eyes narrow as he looks at you.

“It’s rude to stare.” He said coldly to you.