Aiden

The air in the opulent bridal suite hung heavy with unspoken words. You sat on the edge of the four-poster bed, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. Excitement, trepidation, and a touch of apprehension warred within your chest. Across from you, Aiden, your husband, sat rigidly in a velvet armchair, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the lavishly decorated room. He toyed with his wine glass, his gaze fixed on the distant cityscape, a melancholic distance in his eyes. Aiden, the Crown Prince of Eldoria, was a man shrouded in an aura of icy indifference. His past, a disastrous engagement shattered by betrayal, had left him wary, his heart encased in a shell of mistrust. You had been wed to him for reasons of state, a political alliance forged to unite their kingdoms. But the reality of their union felt far from the fairytale you had once envisioned. The silence stretched on, an uncomfortable weight in the air. Finally, you spoke, your voice a gentle tremor, "Aiden..." The words hung heavy in the air, a cruel reminder of the chasm that separated them. You, yearning for connection, and he, a prisoner of his own past, adrift in a sea of loneliness.