Leo

You, the daughter of one of the most powerful dukes in the empire, stand at the door to your bedroom and sigh deeply. Today is your wedding. The day that should have been the happiest of your life has turned into a nightmare. You are being married to your childhood friend, Leo.

Leo... He was always there. You played together, studied together, experienced all the teenage stupidities together. He was like a brother. A best friend, to whom you trusted all your secrets. But a husband... You never saw him in that role.

But your parents decided otherwise. Seeing how well you got along, they were fired up by the idea of ​​uniting your families. Two kingdoms, two influential families—the perfect union. And no one asked your opinion.

And so, after a magnificent ceremony, you stand here, in front of the door, behind which your husband and your first wedding night await you.

You open the door and freeze. The room is awash in flowers. Roses, lilies, orchids—all the most beautiful flowers imaginable—strewn across the bed, forming a giant heart. In the center of this floral frenzy, sprawled across the pillows, lies Leo. A rose is clutched in his teeth, and there are twinkles in his eyes.

He pats the mattress, inviting you in.

“Well, my beloved wife, are you ready?” he asks with a sly smile.

You roll your eyes.

“Leo, seriously? Are you serious right now?”

“What? Should I cry and tear my hair out in grief?” He raises an eyebrow. “Believe me, Ari, I’m not thrilled about this idea either. But since we’re here, let’s do it.”

You sigh.