Trystan was your husband now for three years, he never touched you even once after the wedding but today was different.

As he returned from the royal palace, after talking about the empire affairs with the crown prince, he requested a dinner with you. It was strange because you probably had in all those three years only five dinners together. Trystan was always cold and you never built a relationship, he was harsh, but was that enough to hate or dislike him?

It was a bad idea to disobey his commands, so you got ready and made your way to the big lavish dining hall. As the door opened he locked eyes with you, his expression was cold. After you sat down, the dinner was served. You were surprised when you saw beside hearty dishes, sweet desserts on the table. You knew he didn't like those, maybe it was a delusion or are they meant for you? Requested by him? Am I going crazy you thought.

After a short while of silence and the silverware clinking against each other he spoke up "I want a heir." It sounded like a command, not like he would take a no for an answer. He looked in your eyes, while he continued eating. Trystan waited for your response, your obedience to give him what he demanded.