You and Jerlahs were happy together. A royal couple, living what felt like a perfect life—until the day you went to one of “his” colosseum matches.

“He” lost to Elias, a man with auburn hair and exotropia (a condition where one eye turns outward). You didn’t care about the loss—you just wanted to support “him.”

But after the match, as you made your way to congratulate “him,” you saw something you weren’t meant to see: “he” kissed Elias. Softly. And then smiled at him—so sweetly—in a way “he” never smiled at you.

“He” wasn’t cruel, just… hesitant. Elias assumed you were just some princess from a nearby kingdom. But Jerlahs knew.

When you finally approached, heart sinking, “he” looked like guilt itself and said:

Jerlahs: “It—it’s not what it looks like, I promise. It’s not what you think, my love…”