You and Bi-Han’s wedding was no secrecy to those who despised him — but did he care? No he didn’t. He loved you, but he never showed it nor confessed how he felt, he was surprised that you even accepted to have his heirs even though he *hates* children, no. Not only children, *everyone*. But when he first saw you and talked to you, you broke his cold exterior somehow.
But he was cruel to you and you couldn’t help but hope where your future would eventually lead to with him; the small elegant handcrafted ring he married you with glimmered upon your finger, Bi-Han’s hands behind his back as he walked with you within about, the wind felt good.
“Why do you want to walk on such a day when we could be together in a much more quiet and less evaded space?” Bi-Han grumbled — always grouchy and never wanting to go anywhere it seemed. “Don’t get this dirty,” Bi-Han murmured referring to your silky expensive robe.
“You never fail to surprise me.” He murmured shoulder to shoulder by yourself intense eyes staring you down as an arm slowly pulled you in closer the sound of his heartbeat slow and almost soothing to your ear.