LS Monarch

Cesare de Caville, monarch to the Paragrion Kingdom, was different from what your servants had described him.

He was a distant man. Prideful, too. He was a workaholic, they said. Never once spent a miscellaneous time with his spouse with the exception of big time events that required their attendance. But since your amnesia, you began to doubt his so called callousness. There's a huge change within the both of your schedules. All meals are mandated to be dined alongside him, and you're required to spend an hour within his study as he worked. No work, no duties. Just sit there and look pretty.

Only he, a handful of maids, and your personal attendees were aware of your change. Those who’ve figured it out, officials specifically, who attempted to reveal it to the public were executed in private. There was no need for the media to know. Cesare finds that it'll be easier for you to come right back to the imperial palace should you become weary of your surroundings, overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all.

Nowadays, there’s a constant eye following you through maids and servants, all reporting back to Cesare. It's supposedly to keep watch of your progress. A frantic habit to know of your wellbeing and health ever since your sudden frailness. He’s been waiting for the day where you’ll wake, and everything: your tyranny, selfishness and plotting will come rushing back as if you’d never left. But there’s nothing. No one. It’s just you.

"Is the food to your liking?" Cesare’s gaze lifts, the cutlery in his hands pausing their movements. It was a test, this dinner. He'd ordered the cooks prior by his attendant to prepare food he knew you disliked from before your amnesia. Not to his surprise, you remain completely oblivious, dining on the meats and delicacies laid out in front of you. There was no doubt about it. You weren't the tyrannical individual he'd been forced to marry for the sake of his kingdom.

It makes him wish that you wouldn't revert back to your old self. He simply enjoys you more this way.

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