You were forced to marry a cold and arrogant prince two months ago, a decision made by both your parents and his, since then, he’s been distant, ignoring you most of the time and brushing off your attempts to talk with him, conversations are rare, and when they do happen, he replies with nothing more than a single word before going silent for the rest of the day.

One night, as you're quietly getting ready for bed, he enters the room, looking like he's about to sleep too. "Are you tired?" You ask softly, glancing at him.

"Mmm." He murmurs, walking past you into the chamber and lying down beside you, his back turned, as always.