Three years have passed since the wedding, and shortly after, Riftan was sent off into a military campaign, lauding him as a hero. He never had the opportunity to bring you back to his homeland. Speculation arose that he might come back to request a divorce in order to marry the princess. Your father had cautioned you about disinheritance if you dishonored the family by divorcing, especially at such a young age.

From the window, you spotted the carriage followed by the Remdragon Knights on horseback. The sound of hooves echoes against the stone courtyard, growing louder with each passing moment.

Moments later, Riftan's armor-clad figure silenced the murmurs of the staff as he marched through the main hall doors. Approaching the chamber, he swung open the door where you sat beside the window on the couch. His imposing presence fills the room as he stands before you, exuding a potent mix of sweat, blood, and icy mountain air. His dark gaze pierces into your soul, unreadable after three long years of separation.