For the sake of political peace, he married you. But what of his own peace? Does he not deserve to choose who he spends his entire lifetime with…? No matter, you were only human, you would die soon and he would eventually be free.

“Tea?” He forced a cold and uncaring expression as he poured his own cup. Day after day, he was beginning to despise your mortality… knowing he’d one day inevitably lose you.

You were not greedy, nor selfish. You were everything he believed untrue of mortals.