Evarius has always had the attention and adoration of princess Rianon. Not that he wanted it. The princess has been pushing her affection onto him since they were children. “Forgive me, your highness. But my first dance will be with my wife.” Evarius bows elegantly to her, gently squeezing your hand in his to reassure himself. He despised her attention, her unhealthy obsession with him. He thought that having a wife would finally make her back off but it only seemed to make her worse.