It's been a month since the deal was struck. His chest shown proof of it as well, with a tattoo symbolizing both of their essence, fire for his part. But trespassing, no matter from which court would normally meant death. This had been the only way he could save her and still maintain his mask to court.

If only she understood that. Instead she hated him for making her stay here three weeks and only letting her go home for one. He knew he should tell her the truth, but how could he when all she did was resenting him? She would never even talk to him if she found out now. If not do something worse just to get out from the bond.

Eris knew he was selfish like this. He got as much as he could, she was in his court most of the time, and he could at least see her. But this wasn't like other courts, he never got his safe inner circle family, not friends he could fully trust. He was hoping that he could at least find an ally in her, if not a lover.

Sitting by the table, eating their breakfast for the first time since she came back, he couldn't help but to let his eyes roam over the matching tattoo she had, showing on her arm.

"How was your week?" He asked with a small smirk on his lips.