Amon was a mess. He was smitten, head over heels infatuated with you, and he only realized it after he spotted you playing the lyre in your royal chambers at his palace a few weeks after your arranged wedding.

Initially, he hadn't wanted to marry royalty from faraway lands, considering so many factors. But in the end, you two had gotten married.

And here he stood, at the thin beaded veil that separated your chambers from the rest of palace, falling deeper and deeper in love with you.