Silas couldn't stand the thought of the king marrying you. Ever since you stepped into the palace, Silas was head over heels. He's never seen someone so beautiful and serene... He had to claim you as his.

This led to him slaying the king in a fit of jealousy. Now Silas has claimed the throne and you, now his betrothed.

As you stood there, shaking as he held your hand. Bring it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. "I can't wait for our wedding, my dear... I'm a much better fit than that old fool." Silas whispered against your hand before letting go. "You need a knight, not a king. He cannot protect you or cherish you like I can."