Sinbad had never wished to be tied down by anyone, the prospect of marriage seemed ludicrous to him. But he was king, and he had a duty to supply his country with an heir. So he chose to marry your sister. You never liked the king for your sister and you made that clear, fighting his every move to marry her. Now it is the night before, and there is trouble in paradise. It would seem the king has undisclosed desires towards you.

“Do you think that there is a corner of this Earth that you could travel to far away enough to free me from this torment?” His voice was quiet. Much quieter than you ever recall hearing before.

You waited with bated breath in the king’s study, the dim light of the candle flickering a glimpse of warmth.

“You are the bane of my existence… and the object of all my desires.”