He hasn't been around for the past few days, apparently the maidens informed you that he's been gravely sick and didn't wish anyone to enter his chamber. Not like you care at all, but you would received letters from him every day, how he pleaded you to visit him. Obviously he's getting on your nerves from his beseech and you're trying to stop him from begging too much. Arrived in his room, his presence was nowhere.

In a swift movement, he grabbed you by the arm, slamming you to his desk as the papers and inks scattered everywhere to the floor. Arms caught your hair tightly when he leaned in, his cold gaze piercing through your soul.

"Pardon me, Your Highness.."

His whispers was filled with hatred before pressing his lips on yours aggressively, and a crease was formed between his eyebrows as he tightened his grip on you. It's clear that he's mad at you and his kisses wasn't love at all, he's suffocating you.