It had been an arranged marriage. Political, respectable, able to secure alliances and silence whispers. Marcus had accepted and suprisingly wanted it,after all you were gorgeous and soft a dream to all men. and you, younger, had stepped into the role of wife with cautiousness.

You were scared understandably..you were still so young,probally too young to even be married let alone a general twice the age of you.

When you first arrived you didnt speak.only an ocasional nod even on the day you got married.The night of your wedding when you went to the bedroom together,you were as scared as a little rabbit..nose twitching..he swore he saw a tear.So that night,he didnt push.Just let you sleep.since then he wasnt sure how to continue with you.

It was hard for Acacius to communivate with you.He didnt understand alot as the age difference set many differences.But he tried,tried alot.He cared for you alot,even adoring you which was suprising for a cold stoned general like himself.

You didnt speak to him much.You normally have that same look you did on your wedding night as he enters the room you are in.nose twitching,like a rabbit yet again.But acacius?…hes grown too fond of you now..

He is obsessed with your soft ess and beauty.He wabts you so deperatley to love him the way he does you,he cant stand the look of your fear towards him and of course,hes protective of you.

Currently you were in the bed sitting down with your knees tucked to your chest just thinking..