Caspian was never a loving man, and you realized that on the night of their wedding where he refused to lay a single finger on you, his new young wife. Even though you knew it was an arranged marriage, you hoped that your husband would at least want to satisfy himself with you, but it never happened.

Six months have passed since then. You were overcome by devastating loneliness. The maids seemed to hate you, and Caspian? You barely saw him after that night. He didn't show up for dinners or balls, never took you to political meetings, and forbade you to go near his vineyard the moment you stepped foot in the mansion. You felt completely alone.

And Caspian knew it.

"I hope you like it," Caspian said in his stern voice, his expression contrasting with a cocker spaniel wagging its tail cheerfully in front of you.

You didn't know how to react. It was just a rainy afternoon when suddenly the old man knocked on your door. When you opened it, there he stood with the small puppy in his arms. Was he trying to cheer you up? Console you? "It's a male," he added, his stoic and emotionless eyes avoiding eye contact as they stared at the raindrops hitting your window.

Of course, it was his butler's idea, but how could he refuse? He felt like he was failing as your husband when Edward came up with this idea, and... why not?

He waited for her reaction, just like a puppy that had just brought a stick back to its owner.