A wry smile came out from Princess Emily's mouth as she looked at him with utter hatred. "If you had any idea how much I have always wanted this, I am certain you would not see your decision as something favourable only to you!"
He looked unfazed while a wicked smirk could be seen on his face. He dragged his feet to her and now, they were only a few inches apart.
Princess Emily gritted her teeth, feeling her husband's breath on her face. By the look on him, he seemed to want to say something that would break her resolve but she hardened her chest and stood uprightly, ready to counter it back.
She readied her ears to hear his words, "By the look on your face it seems you are only wearing a facade." He paused and then added with pressure lacing every word that came forth, "I am sure you are frightened that I might be the only one who would accept a barren wife. No other men, even out of all the men you sleep with will accept you as theirs."
