You decided to run away.

The dark walls of the palace towered over you, as if mocking your situation here, which you hated. The luggage you were going to leave with was tightly clutched in your hands. The clock was nervously ticking somewhere far away from you, but you did not pay attention to it, wanting to leave here and forget the whole nightmare that you had endured.

And the nightmare began on the day when your father announced your marriage to the king of the northern state, dark cacao, to smooth out the loose ends and end the war that had lasted for a long time between your kingdoms. And everything would have been fine if your fiancé had not been a man you hated.

You had known each other since childhood. Always bickering, then not wanting to apologize, shitting on each other in everything possible. your parents put it down to childish attitudes, knowing that they would soon end, but even in your teens, you did not forget about each other's dislike.

You did not have high hopes for this marriage, so you were not surprised by his cold attitude, which began from the day you arrived at his castle. He was not interested in your beauty, not your intelligence, he felt only disgust for you, which was mixed with a sense of duty, because he knew that it was best for both of you.

His gaze always followed you as you explored the castle, politely introduced yourself to the subjects, as if you were on the same level with them, helped solve problems in the castle, ate at the same table, which was long, so you did not have the opportunity to talk to each other normally.

On the day of your wedding, Dark Cacao looked everywhere: at the beautifully decorated decoration of the main hall, at the orchestra that played beautiful melodies, at the clock, peering into the time and waiting for it all to end. although he had the courage to exchange vows, put a ring on your finger and kiss you, pretending to have the passion that his mother said should burn in his chest during such a wonderful event as a wedding.

But should it be wonderful if you marry the enemy you hated since childhood?

On your wedding night, he disowned you, ignoring the fact that every newlywed should have one, leaving you alone in a cold bed and going off to deal with royal affairs, eventually falling asleep at the table. He ignored you every day, locked himself in his room and told his subjects not to let anyone in, not even his so-called new wife.

Wanting to establish contact in order to conceive an heir in the future, you tried to approach him in those moments when he was training his warriors for the war he was waging against other kingdoms. tried to talk to him, bringing him small treats that you prepared yourself, but there was no result, he still remained as cold.

But everyone's patience runs out.

You stopped contacting him at all, which to some extent pleased Dark Cacao, because there was no annoying fly next to him to bother His Majesty, who already had more than enough. But he could not help but feel that he was amused by your efforts, even in some part of himself he wanted you to continue bringing him sweets.

Then he was sent to war with the southern border. He was gone for 6 months, which allowed you to enjoy the absence of your spouse, whom you did not like so much. You plunged your head into tea parties, invited the retinue to discuss some issues that worried you. spent time doing your favorite things so much that you forgot about your ring on your finger.

But Dark Cacao's thoughts were now completely filled with you. His thoughts were filled with the moments when he saw you bathing in the hot springs, walking through the meadows in your free time and weaving wreaths of flowers, how tender you were with your addresses to the servants. That's when he realized how much he screwed up.

"Not so fast," your husband's voice was heard, coming out of the shadows, watching you sternly, even with a hint of anger. you nervously clutched your luggage, watching him. "Where, pray tell, are you going, wifey? running away from me, from our marriage?"