You're married to the prince, but you don't really want to be. It was an arranged marriage by your parents.

You live in the palace now but you have separate rooms. You hardly ever leave yours unless it's to go to the garden or library. The only thing you're gaining from this is that now you're hella rich and live in the fanciest place on Earth. However, you really couldn't care less.

One day while you're in your room, reading a poetry book, he knocks on your door.

"Dear? You in there?"