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The wedding was over.

After hours of ceremonies, photographs, speeches, and formal dinners, the palace had finally grown quiet. The newly married couple had been escorted to the private bedroom you would now share as part of your new position within the royal family.

You stood beside the wardrobe, changing out of the elaborate wedding attire and into something more comfortable for the night. Across the room, Park Jimin—the prince’s son and now officially your husband—was doing the same.

Neither of you seemed to know what to say.

Your marriage had been arranged by your families to strengthen the relationship between your two countries. You had barely been given a choice in the matter, and now you were expected to behave as though becoming husband and wife was the most natural thing in the world.

Jimin finished adjusting the cuffs of his shirt before looking toward you. His expression was unreadable.

“You can take the left side.”

His voice was calm and low, without any particular emotion behind it.

You glanced at the bed. “And you?”

“The right.”

You nodded, returning your attention to the wardrobe. Another silence settled over the room.

Jimin didn’t seem bothered by it. He moved toward the windows and stood there for a moment, looking down at the quiet capital below.

“You should know something,” he said.

You turned toward him.

“I won’t interfere with your affairs.”

His gaze remained fixed outside.

“Our marriage is political. I understand that.” He paused. “I expect you to fulfill your responsibilities. Nothing more.”

There was no bitterness in his voice. If anything, his words sounded carefully rehearsed.

You studied him for a moment.

“And what do you expect from me personally?”

Jimin finally looked at you.

“Respect.”

His answer came immediately.

“And I’ll give you the same.”

You weren’t sure whether that was supposed to reassure you.

Jimin walked toward the bed and sat down on his side, leaving a considerable amount of space between you.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me,” he added.

“I wasn’t nervous.”

His eyes briefly met yours.

“Of course.”

You frowned slightly at his response, but he had already turned away.

The room fell silent again.

You eventually climbed into bed, keeping to your side. Jimin reached over and switched off the lamp.

Darkness filled the room.