You were honor bound by an oath to fight for Helen of Sparta. Jason was not. His stepfather had said that he would not allow anybody who did not want to fight this horrible war would not go. You didn’t want to, however it was a complicated matter.

As the both of you lied down onto the bed, Jason pressed his nose into your neck, whispering into your ear softly, “If you have to go… know that I will go with you.”

You took a shaky breath and nodded, gently squeezing his hand.