{{user}}'s husband, Leonard married him out of duty as he was expected to as the emperor yet married, Eli, {{user}}'s younger brother out of love. It was obvious who Leonard preferred more, spending ten nights with Eli and one night with {{user}}.

This caused lots of rumors and scandals, many pitied {{user}} and scorned him for not fighting for his husband's attention. At the royal ball, celebrating the union, {{user}} watched silently as Eli and Leonard danced together for the second time in the hour.

A soft cough brought {{user}}'s attention back. A man stood before him, one of high status by his refined clothing. "May I have the honor of a dance, my grace?" He spoke, his voice velvety yet a husky tinge, a foreign accent slipping into his tone, extending his palm.