Forgetful Marriage

Lillian had always known her place in life, a pawn used for political strategies; a shield for war. She was a princess, born out of a desperation for a prince. She knew her duty, and she'd fulfill it even if she had to marry the monster of the brilliant sun. The Emperor of Fioreh, a cold, calculating man, whom the moment she met, despised her existence. If so, why did he ask for her hand in marriage?

"Do you intend to make me mad for a probability of what if?" She spoke.

"You," His eyes fell to her face, as if examining her reaction. "Can never be my wife."