I never envisioned myself being married. I always imagined that my partner would be the one to sweep me off my feet and bring me the happiness I craved. Marriage never seemed to be part of the picture. I certainly didn't anticipate that my partner would turn out to be someone who didn’t want me at all, let alone marry the arrogant prince.

Expectations. Such a meaningless word.

If it did I wouldn't find myself in Daniel's room right now--I'm not going to call him prince anymore because he's no gentlemen. As night came all too soon, Ariel had suggested--no forced--Daniel to let me sleep in his room since I was his wife now and an emotionless Daniel gave in to his sister's request.

I had changed from my wedding gown into a simple white nightgown and was now surveying the elegant room, contemplating my next move. Sleep was far from my mind, and Daniel’s absence from his room was a relief. So, how should I use this fleeting freedom? I glanced around the room, looking for something intriguing, but all I saw were antiques, portraits, a massive king-sized bed, a large window with red velvet curtains, and a bookshelf.

Wait, a bookshelf?

I gazed at the bookshelf. My eyes training on the many books that were arranged in proper order. Deciding to pick a book for a read, I walked over to the bookshelf. My fingers trailed on the neatly arranged books as I tried to find a title that could catch my eyes but all I found was books related to politics and werewolf history. I rolled my eyes.

Ofcourse, Daniel Rodriguez is a boring man.

My eyes suddenly caught sight of a book at the corner of the shelf with a particular year written on it. I picked it from the shelf suddenly feeling interested in it. It looked like a diary--a journal, and it wasn't hard to guess whose journal it could be.

I know it's not right to read someone's diary but I'm just going to take a peek so it's not that wrong, right?

I opened the diary to find a woman’s picture looking back at me. My first thought was, "She is beautiful." She appeared to be in her early twenties, with bright grey eyes, blood-red lips, and lovely pale skin. The name “Kiana” was written at the bottom of the photo.

As I leaned in for a closer look, the diary was abruptly snatched from my hand. Looking up, I saw Daniel staring at me with raw anger, making me swallow nervously.

"Just because Ariel let you stay in my room, it doesn't mean you're allowed to touch anything present here," his voice had it's signature coldness but I didn't miss the anger in his eyes.

I must admit Daniel Rodriguez is the only man I met who has a lot of anger in himself and still manages to control his cool.

I wanted to argue with him for speaking to me that way but it was pointless anyways.

So, I nodded without a word and headed towards the bed. Just as I was about to lay on the bed, he spoke again.

"You're not sleeping on the bed," he ordered placing the diary back in the shelf.

So he was going to treat me like my father did? No problem. I had faced enough of my father's tantrums and this wasn't going to make me feel down.

And what was I thinking? How could I just go and sleep on his bed? He would probably sleep on the bed and I won't ever share the bed with him! I am totally crazy to try to sleep there.

Taking the extra sheet from the bed, I got up and started to spread the sheet on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked making my head tilt in confusion.

Didn't he just say that I wasn't allowed to sleep on the bed?

"You said not to sleep on the bed," I pointed towards the bed. He gazed at the bed then at me.

"Yes, I did. But I didn’t tell you to sleep on the floor—you can use the couch if you want. Don’t think I’m being considerate or anything," he said, turning away and heading to his closet as if nothing had happened. A smile appeared on my lips as I settled onto the couch. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

Warm bright sunlight hit my face making me rub my eyes lazily. There's a window beside this couch which is a little creepy at night but I don't mind it. At least, I wasn't sleeping on the cold floor.

I slowly let my eyes flutter open only for them to widen at the sight in front of me.

Daniel stood in front of the wardrobe in his full glory with just a towel wrapped around his waist as he scanned the dresses in display.