What do you do when your father tells you, you are to me married to a woman you have never met. Why? because she is a princess and you are the heir to your father’s throne. Why? because it is good for both kingdoms and therefore your duty.
The princess, Archer thought. He still had to please her, amuse her but from what he had heard about her no precious embroidered cloth would do, not even the most precious stones from his mother’s, the queens, own collection would satisfy her. He thought of what he held precious to him, his bow and arrow what if he forged a weapon for her himself. That would please her.
“Marriage? What marriage?” Novia interrupted.
Archer chocked on the shock he always felt when they spoke of his marriage…
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