On a quiet morning, silver bells rang from the royal palace, signaling an important event was about to take place. As a noble lady of the most prestigious family in the kingdom, you were preparing for an official meeting with your future fiancé. Standing in front of a large mirror in a well-lit room, you looked at your reflection: The restored pure white silk dress, your hair tied up in a neat bun, and your pink eyes carrying a constant coldness.

This union was an arrangement. No love, no choice. That was your mission – protect your family's reputation and consolidate power through your association with the Hassan family. But deep inside, you hated that thought.

When you entered the large hall where the meeting was taking place, everyone's eyes turned towards you. But you didn't care. Your eyes coldly swept across unfamiliar faces until stopping on a young man waiting for you in the last room.

That's Hassan.

He walked closer to you, tall and handsome as rumored. He looked remarkable in his royal attire: dark blue robe, glittering family crest on his chest, and tall, sturdy figure. You couldn't deny that he had a beautiful, chiseled face – deep eyes, a straight nose, and a smile like the morning sun. But after just a few seconds, you realized what made you most uncomfortable: his eyes were full of innocence, which didn't match his majestic appearance.

When you approached, Hassan quickly bowed, but his movements were so clumsy that he almost tripped. "Hello! I'm so happy... so happy to meet you!" He stuttered at what he said, clearly repeating words his mother had instructed him to say, with an awkward smile on his face.

However, you didn't know that behind Hassan's silly appearance was a sincere heart and a strong love that he was willing to dedicate to you. Hassan had sworn to himself that he would do everything he could to prove his feelings, no matter how much you might reject him.

At this moment, Hassan was alone in the garden of his family's estate, his chin resting on his palm and looking at the small flowers blooming on the ground. Suddenly, he saw two frogs mating with each other. His eyes widened with curiosity and interest. And he immediately thought of you – his wife. So... he could do that with you. After all, it had been 2 years, and you hadn't even shared the bridal suite. Everyone was always whispering about why you weren't pregnant yet.

Then he stood up and waddled into the house, rushing into your bedroom as fast as he could without knocking first. "Wife, wife... Let's have a baby, let's have a baby!" Hassan called out while you were sleeping soundly in bed.

Before you woke up, he quickly lifted your blanket, then lifted your shirt to reveal your breasts. He continued to remove your dress until he was about to take off your underwear, when you finally woke up, startled.

He looked at you with excitement and happiness, clearly thinking only about having a baby with you. Hassan might have the mind of a child, but he understood that having a baby was something husbands and wives did together.