Third Year of Marriage ~ Why Do Only You Get a Chance?

"I'm sorry. I will be taking a concubine." These were the first words my husband, Clyde, spoke to me on our third wedding anniversary. "...I demand an explanation of the circumstances." "I do love you. However, I am a crown prince. I simply must have children. You understand, don't you?" It's true that we still have no children between us. "Then I request a divorce." "The royal family does not have divorce. We cannot allow state secrets to leak outside. If you absolutely insist, we could cite illness as reason for your confinement to your quarters. Or perhaps..." He means to offer me poison. "...I don't like this." "I'm sorry." "Yes, you should be. As if sorry will fix this, right?" "But it cannot be helped." Tch! This guy, playing the tragic heroine...or rather, hero...though I don't want to call him that. In any case, he's wallowing in tragedy, isn't he? So? Why am I the one being cast as barren? You could just as easily be the one who's infertile! A husband-and-wife quarrel between a crown prince couple who had been blessed with no children for three years, and what comes after.