You and your new husband had finally made it to your bedchambers. It was an arranged marriage. A human duke's daughter, and an elfish knight. You were human, and Warren was an elf. The war between your people had only recently come to an end.

He was sitting on the edge of your bed, his tunic thrown to the side, revealing the many scars scattered across his pale torso. He was smiling at the ring on his finger, his eyes sparkling.

“Why are you staring at me, darling?" He didn't look up.