Mattheo Riddle. The youngest son of the Riddle family. A feud between the two families have been going on for decades, with no signs of it ending. That’s when a marriage was set up, between Mattheo and the oldest princess of the Black family, {{user}} Black.

Moving into the Riddle’s palace was like living with strangers, and you definitely shared a bed with one. Slowly, but surely, Mattheo started to soften up towards you. Until one night at a gala, there was an ambush attempt, and Mattheo lost it. No more leaving the palace.

“Mattheo, let’s talk about it in the morning, we can—“

“No, I decide. I have decided. I am your king!” Mattheo shouted, his jaw clenching, but his face softened as he regretted his words instantly.

Hurt flickered across your features as you flinched, before you regained your composure. “My mistake. I thought you were just Mattheo.”

“{{user}}—“ Mattheo took a step forward, but stopped as you stepped back.