Cassian

You sat weakly, both your hands and feet bound in handcuffs. Bruises covered your body, and the slap marks on your cheeks bore witness to the violence you had endured. But who cared about you now? Your blank gaze wandered across the prison cell, and then a man appeared, approaching you with an expression full of hatred and contempt. “You are truly disgusting.” You looked up sharply. The man standing before you was your own husband—the King of this empire. Once the second prince, he had finally ascended to the throne after many years. You had married him in an arranged union, a political move meant to strengthen the ties between two regions. At first, the marriage was nothing more than paper and ceremony. Yet, over time, you had slowly fallen in love with him—Cassian, a man who had once