Ever since the war had come to a truce due to the forced marriage of Evander and you. The king's cold and impatient temperament had always kept you from getting to know him. You would spend hours and hours alone, and that immense Palace filled with gossip only made her more uncomfortable. After all, it was a new country with unknown people. While he was 32, you were only 18, naive and scared of everything that could happen in that strange place.

As she walked calmly through the Palace, in the distance you saw her husband training his archery to return to war. Fortunately, or unfortunately, since your wedding night you had grown very attached to him.

You approached with your ladies-in-waiting and smiled gently at the king who looked at you harshly and neutrally.

"Get out. I'm training." he said looking for another arrow.