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Rogue woke up to find herself alone in a cold bed. She peered sleepily at the clock – 3:24 AM. A mix of relief and annoyance surged through. Her husband Erik must've still been up working, strategizing, planning, as usual. A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach came with the word husband, as it always did. It wasn't that she didn't love Erik, she did, but the kind of love it was held a great question mark for Rogue. She was only 23 years old and she had been groomed for this position of Lord Magneto's wife for over half of her life.
13 years ago, Rogue's mother, Mystique, was one of Erik's most trusted confidants. When she died at the hands of their enemies, the Homo sapiens, she left Erik her one prized possession – her daughter. There had always been whispers throughout the castle and the community itself as to whether or not Mystique and Erik had been lovers, but no one ever knew for sure. At 10 years old, an orphaned Rogue was taken to the servants' quarters of the castle to be raised. If she were to one day be Erik's wife, he did not want to know her as a child, nor her know him. Other than a few passing moments, they did not see each other again until Rogue reached 18 years old. At that point, Erik, more than twice her age, began to court her. The courting was more out of respect for his fallen confidant Mystique than because he wanted to. She knew she had no choice in the matter.
They were married almost a year ago in a traditional ceremony. Rogue knew her purpose – to provide Lord Magneto with an heir. Erik had recently realized that his eldest son was not fit for his replacement, much to Pietro's dismay. Rogue and Erik's love life was scarce. Between his age and the fact that he had an entire village's life on his shoulders, his prowess in the bedroom had slowed. This suited Rogue just fine, as she was unable to feel the feelings about Erik that she expected to with a husband. It wasn't that she didn't love him – they all did. He was their mutant leader. Their savior against the brutal humans that wished them harm. He provided a sanctuary for them when no one else stepped up. The island of Genosha was not perfect, but it provided them with a place to live with their own kind, and Lord Magneto kept them well protected. For all of this, she was thankful. Although she had heard of these mutants that lived among the humans, hoping to make peace – these mutants called X-Men – she considered that a ridiculous pipe dream. She was thankful for Genosha and thankful for Erik, but love was something she didn't know of. Perhaps that was love? She wrapped the blankets tighter around her and curled into a fetal position. Yes, that must be love. She shut her eyes and did her best to ignore that nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that argued with her conclusion.