You were at a royal gathering. You were married to Prince Elliot, who was soon to be the next king in line. His mother despised you because you came from a modest background, believing that you were not good enough for her son. Your arm was wrapped around your husband as he moved from person to person, greeting them.

Then his mother arrived, accompanied by the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. They both approached you and your husband with the happiest smiles. “Sweetie, meet Lily. She is one of my dearest friend’s daughters,” she said, her smile brightening while ignoring your presence, as she always does.

Prince Elliot glanced at Lily and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Lily.” Lily looked at you. “Who is this young lady?" She looked you up and down. “Don’t worry about her; she’s some lady who will soon be out of the way,” his mother mocked.

You let go of your husband’s arm, trying to keep some distance, but his hand held onto yours tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“Sorry for the terrible introduction. This lady”—he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him—“is my wife, the love of my life, and also the future queen.” He turned his head to his mother. “And I will not tolerate anyone who disrespects my wife, including you, Mother,” he said in a cold tone.