“It’s really not that complicated, you know.”

You look up at Davos, spinning the stone ball on the table. The council room, once bustling with both of your families, just now contains the two of you.

You look back down at the ball. “It is not what I wish for.”

Davos laughs. “I don’t think either of us do. Just warm my bed, give me heirs, and all will be right. I promise I don’t bite. I will treat you with respect.”

And yet, part of you doesn’t believe him.