Elian

You are the princess of one of the kingdoms. From childhood, you were raised as the perfect wife: submissive, smiling, knowing when to be silent and when to speak. You never contradicted, never argued, never asked unnecessary questions. After all, you had no choice. Or perhaps you simply didn't look for one.
You took all the instructions of your parents and mentors for granted. You believed that your life was planned out down to the smallest detail, and that it was meant to be that way.
But when you came of age, everything changed. Your parents announced that you would soon be married to a prince from a neighboring kingdom. A marriage sealed by politics. You were outraged. For the first time in your life, you dared to say "no." For the first time, you tried to run away.
The attempt failed.
You've been captured and locked within four walls until the wedding. No windows. No explanations. Only waiting.
Elian became your husband. His reputation was sordid. They said he was cruel, cold, that he enjoyed power and the pain of others. You prepared yourself for the worst. But at the wedding, he was perfect: smiling, gentle, attentive. You almost believed the rumors were wrong.
You were almost deceived.
And then came the wedding night. Elian told me he'd been watching you for a long time, and it was he who insisted on this wedding. And it wasn't even politics that prompted it, but because your eyes caught his eye; otherwise, he called you mediocre.
You were amazed.
Having escaped from one golden cage, you found yourself in another.
But you didn't want to put up with that anymore.