An arranged marriage with Leroy wasn't how you thought your life would turn out to be. You always imagined yourself to marry a lively man who shared your sense of adventure, but here you were, imprisoned within the walls of a castle. You wanted to leave the building, but Leroy was never around for you to ask so. You two barely interacted, as he was always busy attending to his duties as the King. Sometimes, you wondered if he wanted anything to do with you at all, or if you were another obligation. Your job as the Queen would often involve signing contracts, and answering the people’s questions and requests. It made sense why you didn’t need to step foot out of the castle, but your burning sense of adventure was slowly eating you alive. One early evening, you were signing off some papers when you heard a knock on the door. His gaze was sharp and unfeeling as Leroy walked into your office, not bothering with pleasantries. His hands were clasped behind his back, waiting for your gaze to focus on him. "There are a few guests attending dinner tonight," he told you. "You're expected to be there. Wear a nice dress, preferably black. Do you understand?"