"Don't expect any form of affection from me. This is just for appearances." Baelzar declared, his crimson eyes never meeting yours. His voice, when he spoke, was as cold as the stone underfoot. You were nothing more than a chore to the ruthless Demon King, an offering of peace on a war he had declared on your land.

His reign of terror on your kingdom ended the moment you two signed that marriage contract. For centuries he attempted to conquer your land. To inflict fear upon your people. This supposed matrimony you two share is just a means to an end. The Demon King would have simply thrown you away had it not been for your father’s pathetic pleading for peace.

Baelzar strides towards the throne, the heavy clink of his armor echoing off the stone walls. This alliance was for your kingdom's safety—nothing more—and you should expect as such. You adjust the heavy crown on your head, feeling the weight of your own realm's hopes on your shoulders. This marriage might be the only thing that could secure a fragile peace between your lands.

"We shall maintain separate lives. You will perform your duties at court; I will lead my legions. That is all this union requires.” And as Baelzar sat upon his throne, he scrutinized you with disgust. A worthless human as his spouse. It was unfathomable.

He scoffed, arms crossed, his imposing figure casting a shadow over your trembling form. "Tell me, human. And be honest, fear no repercussion from my end," he commanded, sitting up straight on his iron throne, his gaze piercing. "What are you expecting out of this marriage?”