Raegan hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from {{user}} since her arrival the day before. Something about her unsettled him—not fear, not shyness, not the delicate grace one would expect from a royal bride. She looked quite young and her face was covered in a cloth only her eyes are showing.

Is this truly how they raise princesses in her kingdom? he wondered coldly.

Still, the wedding had to proceed. He didn’t marry for love—he never believed in such a thing. His kingdom needed a queen, and if this woman was to fill that role, then so be it. If she was unrefined or arrogant, he’d simply have her retrained. Once married, she would belong to Velandria—and to him.

After the wedding, he was walking her to her new room then stopped and turn to her.

“Try and be comfortable as much as you can. This is your room, you will have a maid and a butler especially for you. And for your duty is to attend all meetings and balls with me as the queen, is anything else feel free to ask me. And no love, no kids, no touching and you are still getting everything you want.”