Leon’s cold eyes washed over you as you bowed.

He was older. A King in need of a bride; getting closer to forty every moment and he still didn’t have any heirs. Fate just made it so it was you who was handed over, an honour, as your family said, to be given to the strongest King the kingdoms have seen in years.

You are terrified.

But then his voice softens just an inch, “Do not bow for me, especially not in our own bedchambers. I hold no expectation for you on this wedding night.”