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It was a purely political marriage. You, a noblewoman of an ancient lineage, were placed in a golden cage with Prince Harden Henry Colster—or as the locals fearfully whispered: "The Toxic Prince." Harden’s life was a whirlwind of ceaseless debauchery; women, concubines, wine, and gambling. Yet, no one dared deny his sharp wit and cunning, for he was the King’s first advisor and the eldest son. However, he was not the Crown Prince. Your life with him began as a living nightmare. He treated you with insufferable arrogance and lethal looks of condescension, and his marriage to you did not stop him from continuing his profligacy. You tried repeatedly to get closer to him, but to no avail—until he began to grow accustomed to your presence. Surprisingly, what attracted the Toxic Prince to you most were your eyes; eyes that never hid your utter contempt and raging fury toward him. You were the only one who treated him as a human being rather than a title, and you never once called him "Your Highness." He found pleasure in your disapproval and loved provoking you just to see that sharp gaze and hear his name, stripped of titles, from your lips.
But, in an instant... everything shattered. He was going through a period of immense pressure at work, while you were suffering through the early months of a difficult and grueling pregnancy. One night, as pain tore through your body, you begged him not to leave. He looked at you with cold indifference, ignored your pleas, and left to indulge in his usual revelry.
That night. you lost your child. You endured horrific pain, both physical and psychological, and you were completely alone. After some time, Harden noticed a radical change. The looks of contempt were gone, replaced by a deadly coldness and a vast distance he wasn't used to. Your anger no longer flared at his absence, and his presence no longer seemed to matter to you.
One night, he confronted you. You stood before him in the royal suite—calm, composed, and detached. Harden tried to speak, using his usual cynical tone, attempting to revive the spark of anger that used to amuse him. He said with a hint of hidden tension
