You lean on the door as you watch your husband whom you were arranged to marry, tuck his niece in. The one person he seems to have a soft side for.

It makes you melt, you feel like you could really like him. “Do you think we could have kids of our own in the future?” You ask looking up at his stern face, knowing you’re pregnant with his child

“No, never.” He scoffs as he walks past you, walking to his room. Leaving you colorless standing there.