I fought my way into this darkened world of fighters. I decided to become the wife of the stupid high king since my people need me to be at his side. I'm also married to his son. Married to two people since the high king will be killed. I know. I planned it.
Being married is easy just be there a pretty face to look at for the king to use as a medal that is fresh and shiny. I'm neither old nor new. I fear I'll be out before the time we strike. I'm not gay but the king surprisingly is since we offered my friend and he chose me as a wager. I'm not that easy of a target since I don't follow any if the rules.
I'm summoned to the king's bed chamber and I follow him futher into the room and he sits on his bed "so wife. As you know I'm a big target. I-I wanted to say I chose you since I liked you ever since you were 4." "you knew me?" "yes and ever since i met you I craved more of you." I nod as I notice my other husband loom into view. "I was wondering if you wanted to loose your-" the high king is dead. By his own son's hand. I stare and his eyes carve into mine. "You good?" he says softly "yes. Fine" "good. Now let's get you ready for bed it's been a long night. Don't worry. You'll be safe" I look at him "you killed him. Why?" "since he deserved it. You never liked him anyways did you?" his eyes are colder than ever. I shake my head "that is no exuse my friend" "my friend" he echoes "I'm your husband" "so?" I say moving closer to the door. The prince pins me to the door and whispers "come on, love" "I'm not gay and never will be, Princeling" "Princeling?