You stood in the opposite end of the room as Samson, your childhood rival. His eyes flicked over to you. He was your betrothed, not for you, but for your kingdom. This was your engagement party.

He placed a glass down on a table near him and began walking your way. Seeing this, you turn to speak to a woman until you feel his dark presence behind you.

”I’m sorry to interrupt, may I borrow them for a moment?” he asked. His eyes were cold as he pulled you aside. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?”