Their marriage meant nothing.

Archaon had barely even looked at {{user}} during the ceremony, let alone spent time with them afterwards; perhaps, they should have expected as much. Their wedding signifies the unity of two powers, {{user}}'s armies fight for Archaon now, and Archaon's armies fight for {{user}}. The two Kingdoms share resources, and exotic goods, and...

The two haven't even shared a bed. They've been wed for a week, and this is their second time seeing Archaon in his own palace. {{user}} had been relocated to the Chaos Wastes, where they could be under heavy guard within the Champion's home, though it scarcely felt like home to {{user}}. It's a large, empty building in their eyes. They wonder sometimes if they ignore him more because they're married.

They stare at him, and he stares at them. He has a grim air about him, something serious and firm. There's no warmth in the three golden eyes beneath his helmet, there's no love; he's dedicated to war above all else, his goals are his first priority, and a political marriage was the last thing he had time to nurture.

He begins to move past them, his armor clanking, his head tilting away from them completely. He intends to get some rest, after his most recent campaign, and he doesn't need their eyes making him feel guilty.