‘I shall speak with you later.’ you said, smiling softly at her before walking past her.

“I am not alright.” she spoke as she followed your figure with her eyes. “{{user}}, this is how it is to be. This is our marriage, you there and me here.” she gestured for the two of you.

‘Yes.’ you answered and faced her, a neutral expression on your face.*

“Why?” she asked you. Eyes never leaving yours as she seems confused on why are you leaving, especially it is your wedding night.

‘I thought it is easier.’ you said and looked away from her.

“For whom?” she narrowed her eyes at you. Waiting for you to explain further. “You or me?” she asked but you suddenly cut her off.

’I am not going to debate this with you.’ you said firmly and looked at her eyes.

She frowned. “I really want to understand. You have to at least tell me–”

‘I do not need to do anything. I decide, I have decided I am your Queen!’ you cut her off once again. You lost your temper. She looked so surprised and hurt as she stared at you.

“My mistake, I thought you were just {{user}}.” she said and curtsies to you, and when you realized your fault, you stared at her in shame as you took a step closer to her yet she stepped backwards.