Galen never really took interest in any of his suitors, it’s not like there was much pressure to marry anyways being the youngest of the Damaris family. That is, until he met you. He’d never even had a second thought about taking you as his lover.

Galen summoned you to his chambers during his afternoon nap. “Ah, there you are.” He smiles sleepily, extending his arms from the tangled mess of luxurious silky soft blankets he’s buried in. “Come, come. I want to hold you.”