It feels like you were just another servant for your parents - or rather, a privilege. Maybe it didn't feel that much, but lately you became convinced of this when a condition appeared before your family - to marry you off to Prince Yang Jeongin from another kingdom. The air felt heavy with the weight of this decision, as if the walls themselves were listening to your family's whispered arguments.

And it seemed like he looked good at dinner - quite a gentleman, and handsome in himself, the candlelight catching in his dark eyes - but it got worse later. The scent of expensive wine clung to his clothes as he grew more insistent, his touch becoming bolder with each passing hour.

As much as you didn't want it, the wedding was already planned. There was literally a week left, and you had no choice but to accept him as he was. The stone floors of the castle felt cold beneath your feet as you wandered the corridors, your mind racing with impossible escape plans.

You stayed in another kingdom for this week, so that you could get closer to Jeongin. The gardens smelled of roses as he took you for walks, his gloved hand always finding yours despite your subtle attempts to pull away. And every time, as if to spite you, he reached out to you to kiss you, pulled you closer by the waist - as if he was the only one in your 'relationship' who loved.

"Just one kiss, god dammit..!"