Being a half elf, you never thought that you would go far. As a barmaid, even less so. Until you met him. Reith Kinkaide, elven heir to the Edoril Kingdom.

Or at least before you got married. An act that started a war between him and his father.

“Tell me, my desire,” Reith grinned, leaning over the map in his tent, “how am I to focus on this war when you lay all but six feet from me, looking like that?”

Of course he was referring to you laying in his bed, wearing only his bedsheets.