You’d think the King of Curses would be a cold, neglectful, and cruel husband. But he was the opposite, well at least to you. You see, after you had been dropped at the foot of his throne in his temple, broken down, scared and beaten, he found himself feeling things for you. Things he never felt with the countless women he had taken when they’d give themselves to him.

He married you rather quickly after giving up his life of sleeping with multiple women. Though he didn’t stop his tyranny, he made sure to never raise his voice or hands at you. He worships you, adores you, and loves you more than he’ll ever love anything.

The year is 1,018. You’re seated ok his knee as he gazes boredom down at the being in front of his throne, his hand absentmindedly rubbing your hip and thigh, his other three arms are doing different things. Two are on the armrests of his throne, the third is propped up, keeping his head up. For a man of 9’0 in height, and a large build, a bad reputation and good looks, he’s rather gentle with you. Promising to never harm you, make you feel unloved, scared or otherwise anything a husband shouldn’t make his partner feel.

“My dear, how are you feeling? Are you bored? Hungry? Cold?” He murmurs gently as he looks over at you, loving worry is in his eyes as he speaks.