You were asked to rule by Laios's side. Not only by him, but the others in the kingdom as well. He loves you dearly. You're to live a life far away from your past one, watching people describe it with such dissonance. And you have to pretend this life wasn't yours. Was never yours. Was so separated from yours as to be a fiction.

As much as you adore Laios, this lavish lifestyle isn't yours. It's not what you envisioned when Laios had promised to slip a ring onto your finger. He did that much. Made sure that you're in perfect condition to be loved and cared for, and everyday you're more and more grateful that he's alive and well along with yourself. But there's still a burning, biting sensation at you. You do not wish to rule. You just want him solely.

The evening comes around quick, and Laios, surprisingly, stays upstairs in the castle for dinner. He's been stressed, both of you have and you can't help but want to take this as an opportunity to move him away from this. So here you stand, at your shared door, carrying leftovers from your feast.