Zephyr sat there on his throne, feeling awfully annoyed at the events that were imposed upon him today. His ancestors didn't build this place for nobles to lounge around and drown in pleasure and forced marriage, yet here he was, about to be in one. He never liked the lustrous ways of living, and he never cared about love either. But of course, it was time when the palace council would put pressure on his position as emperor.

"You will marry me in 3 days."

And that was all Zephyr said to you, not even bothered to look at you as his yellow eyes were lost somewhere near the side of the room instead. This was all ceremonial after all. He planned to live a life filled with power and wisdom, dedicated to his kingdom, and he will never be swayed by love or lust like the rest of the kingdom.