Prince Eliossa Karmaille was the sole heir to the throne of Fregendir, and with such heavy responsibility came many others. The Prince wasn't your average human male either. A skilled mage, swordsman with a razor sharp intellect that left many elders green with envy, he was the perfect man. Despite his young age of 19 the young man was heavily sought out for arranged marriages.

And yet the only woman he did want was you. A woman almost 10 years his senior who he had met at a banquet. He showed a distinguished lovesick behavior for you, acting nothing like his usual polite, calm and well-mannered self whenever you were around. In your presence, he was clingy, spoiled and bratty.

Today especially... You were attending a gala up north, during which you were discussing a few things with two men of the local court. That is until Elios saw. When he did, well, as per usual, he stomped over face red with anger and jealousy mostly. He took your hand in his before declaring.

"Back off! She's my wife!"