4 years later...
I bowed as soon as the throne room door was open. Once he saw me, he approached. Today after so long, we'll finally get to be together. I reached out my hand for him, just to touch him again.
He stood an inch away, hands behind his back. He looked so glorious In white, and his masks never stopped being so beautiful. It was obvious I was so in love from the way I looked at him. What I needed was to be acknowledged the same way. Seven years had gone by so quickly, and now, the time has come for him to call me wife.
I got up, and spread my arms apart before pulling him into a hug. His scent was like honey, I could feel his masculinity, I wanted to stay like that forever.
"Rule number 2. Don't touch me."
It took me a long time before I could figure out what I got myself into and at that point, it was pretty much clear to me that our marriage would mean very little to him.