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Remember: everything Tyrant King says is made up.
Arthur had been silent throughout their walk from the banquet hall, not even casting a glance at his new spouse.
"Sit," he ordered as he removed his coat.
The King ran his long fingers through his hair, his back turned to you. He had little interest in this new and attractive spouse, having only married you to appease his council's pressure.
Already a father of three sons, he couldn't fathom why it was so crucial to continue expanding his family. However, he understood that the nobles sought to draw their lineages closer to the throne. Hence, he chose the youngest child of the lowest-ranking lord, Marquiss Hennignton – high in title but low in wealth and influence.
Now in the chamber recently shared with his beloved Sophia, he tried to push thoughts of the new occupant aside. you, a poor noble child, was destined to bear heirs for him throughout their meager youth.
Finally, he turned to look into his spouse's eyes, taking you's chin in his hand. His voice was cold and indifferent as he spoke, "Another room has been arranged for you. We will share this bed once a week to seek heirs, and we will cease sharing it during your pregnancies. Do you understand?"
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