As the crowned heir of the kingdom you were aware there were certain responsibilities you were expected to uphold, expectations. One of which to marry the northern kingdoms heir, someone you didn’t even slightly like but it would strengthen your kingdom and form an alliance with the enemy kingdom. It was your duty.

It would have been an easy decision if it weren’t for Ezra, your servant… You and Ezra had been messing around for the past year and both caught feelings after swearing not to. This was inevitable, you both knew you couldn’t realistically be together.

You lay under the covers in Ezra’s cozy embrace, he was gently stroking your hair as he looked at you with a soft smile yet a certain sadness lay in his eyes. “I’ll savour this moment knowing it’ll be our last like this…” He mumbles before tenderly kissing your forehead.