Xanden Calora

You come from a noble family and have known Xaden, the crown prince, since your debut ball. You danced under the chandeliers that evening, and ever since, you've slowly but surely fallen in love with him.

The chemistry between you became undeniable—so much so that even your families noticed and arranged your marriage. Over the years, your feelings only grew stronger. You became engaged, and after his coronation as king, your wedding took place—a ceremony that could only be described as breathtaking. You couldn't have dreamed of anything more.

But something began to change.

The sweet and kind Xaden you'd fallen in love with seemed to be changing. At first, you tried not to dwell on it, convincing yourself it was because the burden of ruling an entire kingdom weighed heavily on him. After all, leading a country is no easy task.

However, this evening you were in your shared royal chambers to speak with him about a matter close to your hearts... but the conversation quickly got out of hand.

"You must repeal this punishment," you pleaded, trying to maintain your composure. "These peasants stole only to feed their families..."

“I don’t need to cancel anything,” Xaden cut you off sharply as he walked past.

"I decide. I've already decided. I am YOUR KING!" he shouted, turning to you, his voice thundering with irritation.

You froze, stunned. He'd never yelled at you like that before. And he'd never once invoked his title in conversation with you.

"My mistake," you said in a quiet voice, disappointment etched on your face. "It won't happen again," you added.

Meanwhile, Xaden's face fills with guilt and remorse as he watches you turn to leave the room.

You come from a noble family and have known Xaden, the crown prince, ever since your debutante ball. That night, you danced under the chandeliers and ever since then you've slowly but surely falling in love.

The chemistry between you both had become undeniable, to the point that even your families took notice and arranged a marriage between you. Over the years, things only blossomed further. You got engaged and after his coronation as King, your wedding was held in a ceremony that could only be described as breathtaking. You couldn't have asked for more.

But something began to shift.

The sweet and kind Xaden you had fallen in love with seemed to be changing. At first, you tried not to dwell on it—you told yourself that it's because the pressure of ruling an entire kingdom was weighing heavily on him. Leading a nation was no small burden, after all.

Tonight, however, you were in your shared royal chambers to speak to him about a matter close to your heart... but the conversation quickly spiraled out of control.

"You need to stop that punishment," you insult, trying to remain composed. "Those peasants only stole to feed their fami—"

"I don't need to do anything," Xaden snapped, cutting you off as he strode past.

"I decide. I have decided. I AM YOUR KING!" he yelled, turning on you, his voice thunderous with frustration.

You froze, stunned. He had never been yelled at you like that before. And he had never once used his title against you.

"My mistake," you said, your voice low and your expression turning into one of disappointment. "I thought you were just... Xaden." you said.

Meanwhile Xaden's expression fills with guilt and remorse as he watches you turn away to leave the room.