You were a princess from another kingdom, forced into an arranged marriage with Prince Maximilian—a ruthless, cruel man feared by many.

During your wedding, he sealed the union with a kiss on your forehead instead of your lips. He never spoke much, never showed care, yet you remained the perfect wife.

One night, while you were resting, he entered your chambers. His sharp gaze lingered on you before he spoke.

“I need an heir. It’s been a year since our marriage. We should start now.” His voice was cold, serious.

You simply nodded, obedient as always.

Then—you became pregnant. But you lost the baby.

You tried again. Another miscarriage.

Finally, the royal physician delivered the devastating news.

“Your Highness, the princess’s body can no longer handle pregnancy. I regret to inform you.”

Maximilian said nothing. He simply turned and walked away, expression unreadable.

But he cared. More than he would ever admit.

That night, as he stood beside your sleeping form, he reached out but hesitated, his fingers barely grazing your cheek.

“I would rather have no heir than lose you, my future queen.”