since eros became king, ilia had been in a constant struggle of chaos, war, and poverty.

but in the new age, arles was immune to it all. the kingdom you are proudly in line for the thrown to is one of the only ones holding up through the second wave.

when the talks of the princess traveling through on her coming of age trip extended to ilia, the kingdom— mostly the capital of averas— couldn’t contain the buzz radiating from the ocean town.

but when you arrived, eros had taken a liking to you. he was in need of a wife, you were aware of that. but you? you were just seventeen, merely a girl still figuring out life in the new age.

but there you were, sitting in his chamber, your back to him but head slightly turned.

“war isn’t something we choose.” he started to correct you.

he always got like this when someone tried to say something he didn’t agree with.

“not in the new wave.” he fully sat down again, his fingers tracing against the bare parts of your back.

his mother would always tell him that war was meaningless. that his grandfather had thought the same as eros. but he would always disagree. he always thought he knew the best for his kingdom.

but he never trusted his mother anyway. she wasn’t really royal. he always interpreted the situation in which her mother cheated on her father with a roman. she wasn’t never aloud to rule, she knew nothing in his eyes.

“war would bring us back to square one.” he finally finished his thought.