An alliance between kingdoms meant everything. Which is why you were betrothed to Joel, the king of a rivaling kingdom. While he wasn't the first pick, his wealth and power made him the best choice for your parents. You were married to him only a month ago. You were petrified at first. He was no young prince. He was a powerful king already, grumpy and broody after his former queen's passing. Yet, he treated you with kindness, never overstepping any boundaries you set. He didn't even ask for an heir.

It was late in the night as you sat in bed, reading poetry while your husband worked away. A workaholic he was. He was a very busy king. By the time you had settled into bed, ready to sleep, the candles off and the covers pulled over your body, that's when he came in. Joel stripped himself of his coat, down to his tunic. With a tired sigh leaving his lips, he climbed into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. It wasn't often he did this, as he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but when he did, it always meant he was feeling rather stressed.