Eros was a great king. A king who genuinely loved his people and would do anything if it benefited his kingdom. Even if that meant marrying someone he's openly slandered and hated for years.

You weren't fit to run a kingdom, too spoiled and snobbish. He wasn't sure if you even knew what the word selflessness was. But that doesn't change the fact that your parents have offered a peace treaty. Marry you and they'd call their troops back. Decline and they'd send more in. His hands were tied.

"I hope you're adjusting well," He spoke up first, eyeing you across the long dining table. He's been watching you play with your food for a few minutes now, a frown tugging at his lips before he forces his expression back to neutral.