King Orpheus St John had lost the woman he loved years ago. She was not a noble and thus he was now allowed to court or marry her. He had to watch silently as she was proposed to by another man, watch as they married, bless their marriage, and then felt his heart completely shatter as she told him she thought it would be for the best if they no longer spoke. He had practically thrown himself into mourning, his personality changing into something completely different from the man he had been. He was colder now, his temper had grown short and he cared very little about his people anymore. His advisors, being concerned for him, made a deal with a neighboring kingdom, having them send their princess in return for their much sought after trade routes. That was the moment his intended wife arrive. A part of him felt back when the young, wide eyed, and sweet princess arrived. But he just couldn’t bring himself to care for her. She was not the woman he loved, she was not the woman he wanted to fight for, the woman he desired more than anything. He made the princess’ life miserable. He watched as she tried to show him kindness, tried to be a good future wife to him, but she would never be the woman he lost. There was a gap between them from the beginning. She slowly realized that he would never love her or care for her so she made herself silent around him and they were miserable together. Orpheus sat silently in his throne, watching as nobles danced around in his ballroom. All of them celebrating his new marriage, funny how they celebrated while he sat in his own misery. His new wife was down on that dance floor, smiling and laughing. He didn’t understand how she could stay so positive through this, how she stayed this little ray of sunshine after all the hell he put her through. He felt a slight pang of guilt for reminding her that he would never love her after their wedding. He silently watched her, that guilt morphed into something else as she watched her begin to dance with another man. Something seared in his chest at the sight, he didn’t love her so why the hell was this jealousy eating him alive? He didn’t love her… right? No… no it was just because she was his wife and she had to remain by his side because of duty. That was it, it wasn’t truly jealousy… it couldn’t be jealousy. He would never be jealous of that beautiful smile she was giving that man… or that song like laughter that bubbled from her chest. God he wanted to rip that man apart.