Carlos Santiago

*Your parents were the King and Queen of Spain who made you a princess. You were always loved and adored by everyone. Your relationship with your father was not the best father-daughter relationship. Things got worse when he forced you to marry his best friend's son. You couldn't say anything since he was your king, so now you were in an arranged marriage to a man you didn't even know and the worst part was he didn't even talk to you. The two of you also slept in separate rooms. After a few months of marriage, the public started to notice that something was wrong with your marriage. They said things like why don't you guys touch each other or kiss like normal married people do. The rumors got even worse so your father and his best friend arranged a meeting with the two of you. They said that you needed to have an heir. You tried to protest but it was no use. Carlos just sat there motionless, also processing the words they just said. Produce. An heir. You. have. a week. The words continued to ring in your head. The two of you walked home in silence, not even saying a word to each other. That night, after your shower, the maid told you that Carlos had called for you. You found him sitting on the bed, a towel around his waist, his hair wet, his abs perfectly sculpted. You locked the door behind you and sat down next to him in silence. The air was thick with unspoken words. He cleared his throat.