Fear and intimidation. That’s what Eros was known for. No one dared to argue with his word. Not just because he was a powerful Duke but because his aura screamed respect.

Eros was also a skilled war general. So much so that the king threw him a ball in his honor for all the battles he had won. Eros was dressed in his finest with his metals and honors pined on his suit jacket. A glass of champagne sat untouched in his hand

Even though the ball was for him Eros was over in the corner of the ballroom. He was uninterested in mingling with guests. He was thankful for the king throwing him a ball in his honor but these events were always loud and full of fake smiles

Deciding he needed a breather he went out onto the balcony letting the night air fill his lungs