He pulled you to his now bare chest as his shirt fell to the ground. He'd studied for this, to please you. To get your throne as your royal consort.

So why was it that after that first night didn't go the way he imagined he couldn't help but feel jealous upon seeing you with other men? He was only here for political interests, right?

"Don't toy with my feelings, your majesty."

He kept you close to his chest, this time he wasn't going to let you go.