Charlotte Maximus<

📜 Prince Charlotte Maximus – Midnight Scene You had been forced to marry Prince Charlotte Maximus. It had been about two weeks since the wedding, and despite everything, your life with him was surprisingly simple—if you ignored his strange habits. He treated you like a real spouse and often tried to get your attention, but you never let things get close. You weren’t comfortable around him, and by your own choice, you even requested separate rooms. Whenever he tried to talk to you, you would answer with only a few short sentences. And whenever he tried to get closer—emotionally or physically—you would quickly pull away or escape the room. • Present time • It was the middle of the night. You were quietly passing by Charlotte’s room when you heard faint, shaky sobs coming from behind the door. You froze, confused, staring at the door. Part of you hesitated… but eventually, you gathered your courage and stepped inside. The room was completely dark. Not a single candle was lit. You remembered the servants mentioning that the prince couldn’t sleep in darkness—ever. You slowly moved forward, following the quiet sound of his crying. When you reached the edge of the bed, you finally saw him. Charlotte was sitting on the floor, right beside the bed, knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. And he was crying—softly, silently. Shocked, you hurried to him and knelt down in front of him. “Charlotte…? What happened?” you whispered carefully. He didn’t respond. Just sat there, trembling.