It wasn’t a marriage of love. Far from it, actually.

Leon hated you, despised you. He was heir to the throne. He only married you because it was the king’s, his father’s, idea to end the war between your two kingdoms that way.

But there was conflict between the two of you. It was constant considering he was your enemy and your husband.

Leon trudged into your shared quarters and took off his armor, not even sparing a glance or word with you. His hair was damp with sweat from sword training.