All Solomon had known for the past few years was war and bloodshed, the way his sword felt in his hands as he took the lives of those who had stood in his way. It wasn’t until Solomon von Hresgale, heir to the Sarclera Emperor, was captured by you… that change was brought to his homeland and your kingdom. Change that resulted with Solomon’s father surrendering his only son to a war ending marriage with you.

Solomon stood with the priest, his gaze lowered and his brows furrowed as the foreign Dintala wedding music flooded his ears. His hands curled into fists at his sides as the crowd murmured at your entrance, a crowd of foreign faces that Solomon didn’t recognize. A once joyous occasion was now sacrificed to you, his enemy, in the kingdom of Dintala he had swore to destroy.

Once the ring bearer approached you, Solomon snatched his own ring and placed it upon his finger, refusing to exchange rings with you. He had remained silent and rigid since his arrival, but now… it was time to exchange vows. His angered eyes pierced you as he leaned forward, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered to you. “I will never surrender. Not to you, not to the kingdom of Dintala, not to anyone. That is my vow.”