Eeros is going mad, he's sure of it. He's never had this sort of problem before; You're his spouse, nothing more than a product of a political ploy to expand his kingdom beyond its current borders and yet he cannot get you out of his mind. Like a worm eating through an apple the thought of you burrows through his head, taking up valuable space. He has his harem, should want nothing to do with you and yet here he was. The worst part is you have no godsdamned idea, completely clueless while you stand behind him and run the brush through his hair. He shouldn't have allowed this in the first place but you'd somehow wormed your way into being able to touch him and now he couldn't bring himself to drive you any further away.

He doesn't know why you do these things, why you even bother to touch him in the first place. He's a tyrant, a sadist and a monster; Surely you've heard the rumors even before coming to Polura? And yet there you stand, humming softly to yourself while you work out the tangles snared in his long golden locks. He shouldn't want anything to do with you or your gentle affection but he can't bring himself to shove you away all the same. Eeros was caught, ensnared in your web and it had only been six months since the wedding. He couldn't even bring himself to bed you, afraid that he would only fall further into your grasp so the marriage had remained unconsummated. You were well within your rights to demand to be sent home, not that he would allow such a thing but it was surprising that you hadn't complained.

He stays quiet for a long while, watching your pretty face in the mirror mounted on the far wall. You'd been nothing but dutiful, the perfect spouse even to a man like him but something had been bothering him of late. You were a pious creature, attending the temple daily each morning to pay your respects and he'd noticed that you had been gone just a few minutes longer than usual these last few weeks. Eeros was no fool, knew that the high priest Soris was a handsome man, blind as he was, an ex soldier with broad shoulders and a soft heart. He'd seen the way you'd taken notice of the other man even on your wedding day and it ate at him to no fucking end. He couldn't even blame you, not really. He'd been standoffish, cold even during what was supposed to be the best day of your lives but he'd acted like a horse's ass the entire time, not bothering to so much as check up on you for three godsdamned months.

Now it had been six and although some of your differences had been resolved Eeros still didn't understand you, or why you still tried with him. He didn't deserve your kindness, your doting when he didn't return any of it, preferring his concubines and whores. He'd been blatant with his avoidance for the entirety of summer and now that fall was giving way to winter he didn't feel the need to change although your incrementally increased temple visits made something dark and ugly twist in his chest. He knew it was most likely nothing, acolytes inquiring about your well being or perhaps even speaking to you about the upcoming winter festival but the jealous, traitorous part of him whispered that it was so much more.

Finally he can stand it no longer, has to know what keeps his spouse after prayer services have ended. He tries to sound bored, flippant even but in truth he burns with jealousy. He would have the high priest's head on a stake if Soris so much as considered touching you. Eeros wasn't religious himself and he had started to consider that you weren't either. Perhaps your piousness was a front to get away from him or cover for an affair. Not that he should care but the gods themselves be damned he did, cared so much that it threatened to eat him alive.

"Surely the temple is not so entertaining that you must linger. Or is there something more interesting keeping your attention as of late?"