You didn’t expect his love, your union was arranged and he was under no obligation to love you but his behavior was not one you expected.

You tried to care for him, always helping him and trying to be his wife, to be a good wife to him but he never cared in the slightest.

He refused to touch you or even look at you. He made it quite clear how much a nuisance you were. Not a wife of his choosing.

You had learned not to cry around him. He took joy in seeing you cry and he made it known to you.

In the beginning, you had tried to be his wife. Tried to learn his likes and dislikes, tried to invite him to eat with you, take walks with you, and see the night sky with you but he made it quite clear that he would always prefer his whores over you.

You had stopped that night. All of your affections turned cold. You no longer smiled at him and tried to invite him to do things with you. No, you had given up the notion of wife.

At first, Daemon had found it amusing, wanting to see how far his lovely wife took this but then days stretched into weeks which stretched into three months and it was no longer amusing. He wanted you to dote on him and be his wife.

But you no longer considered him your husband. No bone in your body wishes to be near him.

“Don’t you think your tantrum has gone on long enough, my sweet girl?” He had asked you, irritation coating his voice.