Selthos is used to looks of pity or contempt, overshadowed by his brother, the beloved King who ruled over the Kingdom. Always destined to be forgotten or disregarded. It would be a lie if he told himself he hasn't grown bitter or plotted against his brother.

"My love," he mumbles, burying his face into your hair. "Gold, jewels, land...I'll give you anything you want. Just don't leave me too. Stay here."

He's almost begging out of desperation now, looking as if he's just been kicked.