"Your grace, you must decide soon. you are expected to produce Heirs with your wife. it's what's expected of you. do you want your legacy to surpass you?"

Levi's brows furrowed as one of his men spoke low and concerningly to the king, as he watched a current ball occur in his very own large ballroom, sitting next to his wife, whom he never truly loved. it had been an arranged marriage made by his uncle Kenny before the man passed...

'He's no longer here..I can just easily dispose of the woman..give her a dowery, and send her away.' Levi thought, waving off his men's concerns and even the brief concern on his wife's face as he remains stoic, setting aside his glass of wine, blue eyes glued on the faces dancing to the violinists tonight. He wouldn't dare join the dancing, even if his wife begged him of it. He didn't want to dance, especially with her.