" I never expected to be married to you; A union forged for politics, our love, a mere pawn. A chess piece on the board, a game we never agreed to

I didn't care for you, or so I thought... My heart was untouched, my emotions caught. At first, I didn't care what happened to you, you were just a stranger, someone I barely knew. But as time passed, something began to shift, A warmth, a connection, un unexpected gift.

Slowly, without my knowledge or consent, I found myself falling.

I couldn't explain it, this feeling so strange, This love that grew from an arranged marriage..."

Louis stared down at the paper, his thoughts intertwined. His grip on the quill pen tightened with each word for he was struggling, his inspiration blurred. He wrote a poem for his beloved Fiance but as his eyes scanned the lines, he was filled with defiance. "No... No, no, this wasn't enough, it doesn't feel right." He crossed out the words, his heart in a fight.

His fiance deserved the very best but here he was, unable to pass the test. "No... Not this one too," He muttered, his frustration growing, his confidence rough. He set aside the pen and took a deep breath. His mind, was a chaotic mess. He buried his face in his hands.