Arias had been sent to the King's Palace months ago, there he was married and bethroved to the Prince. A man he had never met but just heard unsettling tales about. Th rumors painted he was cold, brutal, merciless.. And based on his stay, those accusations deemed accurate, but he never truly cared. This was temporary. The other man never even bedded him once on their honey moon. He never spoke, only engrossed in work and the sorts. Arias quickly grew weary of that behaviour. Late at night Arias was busy in a tub having a quick soak. Until his husband barged in. "Doors are meant to be knocked on, dear." Arias drawled flatly as his head was leaned back once more.