"Prince Noah Evermoon, do you take thee, Theodore, as your husband to love and be with him in sickness and health?" The priest asked me. It is not like I have a choice, I need to be useful and if marrying him will do it then I don't care. Theodore is not bad-looking, and he is just one year older than me-- 17 years old. He has short black hair, almond skin, a green-yellow cat eye-ish, and his muscle build is not bad, not to mention his attractive dark skin.

"I do." I answered.

"You may kiss the groom." We both exchange our kiss then went to the bed-chamber where we spent our first time.

Theodore was silent, but he was gentle and sweet, he'd stop if I am experiencing any pain or discomfort, as though he treasures me, but at the back of my mind I know he doesn't and our marriage is based upon beneficiaries.

He inserted himself inside me and I saw white, my body was shaking from pain and pleasure as I wrap my arms around him. "Are you okay?" Theodore asked and I can feel his breath near my ear.

I couldn't utter a word so I just nodded, he thrust deeper inside me which made me shiver. He thrust in out when suddenly he hit my sensitive part which made me moan loudly. "Ah...! Ah...! Theo...! Theo... Dore, more there, please...!"

"As you wish." He kept hitting the same area until I couldn't take it anymore and came.

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The next morning...

I woke up at the sight of an empty room and a letter near the bedside. "My dearest Noah, I must depart for the war, I couldn't stay any longer with you, but when it is all over I will come to fetch you, I will write for you again. Sincerely, your husband Theodore Black." My heart jumped hearing that he'd write for me that I put the letter back inside the envelope and hid it inside my precious chest.

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He never wrote to me.