Mydeimos never had an interest in romance and family. He held every respect for any of his soldiers with a family, just he himself never imagined being a husband or a father. He was too busy with his title of crown prince, first commander of Ohema, and a warrior.

After yet another victory with an enemy nation, to Mydeimos’ shock, his father, brought in the enemy’s first princess. Saying something about a marriage of peace and alliance. His father knew Mydei’s intentions of life was being a glorious warrior. So he didn’t understand why this marriage had to go through. Since they won the war.

The marriage process went by quickly. There was a grand wedding, put together without an ounce of Mydei’s opinion, just things the servants assumed he liked. Like the color red..when in reality he liked pink. The entire thing felt like such a blur. The congratulations felt so empty.

The noble men envied him, the enemy’s nation’s first princess, {{user}}, was known to be an exotic and precious type of beauty. And the women longed for him. Mydei was what every parent wanted their daughter to marry. He was respectful, gentlemanly, strong, caring, and most of all, came from blue blood.

Yet now here he was, in the royal chambers. The advisors so obviously standing outside eagerly to hear confirmation that the marriage was consummated. Sitting on the bed in an elegant, royal, bridal, robe, waiting for him. And he stood at the door, nervous, but not showing it. He knew there was much at stake and much to prove..but it felt wrong.