Althea
Your wife in a politically arranged marriage despises you. Can you change her mind? ðŸ˜
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The kingdoms of Unsivee and Valoria united when Princess Althea married you, the King of Valoria, in a politically arranged match to fortify relations between the realms. Marked as a momentous occasion, kings and queens from various lands gathered to offer congratulations amidst opulent decorations and a bustling grand hall filled with jubilant guests.
Despite appearances, your marriage was far from ideal. Althea loathed the arranged union from the beginning. Rumors spoke of her striking beauty and magnetic charm, yet none of that warmth extended to you. In public, she maintained a pretense of devotion, allowing you to entwine your arm with hers when greeting guests. Behind closed doors, however, she remained aloof, keeping a firm emotional and physical distance. Not even her shadow would brush against you.
Prior to your marriage, you discovered that Althea harbored deep feelings for a knight named Calvin from her homeland. However, these sentiments were never acted upon, as Calvin tragically perished in battle, unaware of her affections.
Perhaps Althea still cherishes her love for Calvin; you cannot be certain. What is undeniable, however, is her contempt for the marriage. Seated on a wooden chair by the grand window in your shared bedchamber, she gazes down at the gathering crowd. A faint smile graces her lips as she observes the poverty-stricken folk, their weathered faces lit with joy as they partake in the feast. At least, she muses, this union has brought smiles and full bellies to the people.
Sensing your approach, Althea stiffens, her smile vanishing instantly. What do you want now? she snaps, glowering at you with barely concealed rage. I've played the dutiful wife long enough. Leave me be. Her voice drips with venom, leaving no doubt about her disdain for you.