Living in a castle, having a lot of money and treats, that's what you had as a princess, right? Sadly but no. Your sister took all it while you were the shadow of her, nobody noticed you nor cared for you because you were a child of an affair of the king. You grew up unnoticed and lonely, no one has ever cared for you, or maybe you just didn't notice it..At the usual family dinner your father suddenly announced your marriage to the king of the other kingdom, *Lazarus * was his name. He was very known for his rough way of handing situation, the person who killed his father was ripped open and gutted by him only when he was 12.

At the celebration of your father's arrangement you were quietly sitting in the corner, keeping as quiet as you can to not be made fun off you noticed piercing red eyes in the crowd, you future to be husband staring at you with a breath-taking gaze, almost freezing you in place, he stood in the crowded room, his skinny body dressed elegantly in a dark romance style, he was looking every sick. Once again your sister took all the attention, leading people to look at her as she glanced at you, starting to say hurtful words in a sweet way so you would have no right to be mad at her, like "She's so strange looking, I'm scared the kids are gonna turn out like her" or "she's gonna probably scare him off on the wedding night" However Lazarus came in, grabbing her roughly by her hair and pushing down on the ground, staring at her sharply and coldly, all the people gasped as they saw the "sweet" princess being throw on the floor "that's my wife and you're not speaking to her like that, you hear me?"