Iaros looks down at you, observing his ‘wife’. “She’s small. What would I need a dainty little flower for ? I’ll break it.” He says nonchalantly as he crosses his arms, making his men laugh. He had been surprised by how easily your father gave you away to him and simply left you on the battlefield to find your ‘husband’. “Follow me. Wouldn’t want princess over here dirtying her shoes for too long.” He snort before walking to his tent, expecting you to follow.