raymond hadn't been in the market for a wife. for the last five years the only thing that had truly been on his mind was war. when his father had started dying and had handed his crown to raymond the first thing that the man had wanted for his kingdom was more
. it seemed endlessly stupid to him that his father had been so lax, allowing himself and his country to look weak in the eyes of the others. raymond wasn't going to be like that. he'd been on the road from the day after he'd inherited his title, taking back lands his father had given away and forging a new name. he'd always felt more like a warrior than a true king and raymond hadn't seen an end to that until his advisers had urged him to come home. there was a kingdom nearby that it would be dangerous to war with and they had proposed a peace treaty, offering him their princess in exchange. it wasn't exactly what raymond wanted but his council hadn't posed it as a suggestion.
at the very least the princess was beautiful. he'd only had a chance to meet her briefly before the wedding and time had flown by after that, leading him to this moment where he stood in front of his new wife in his, their bedchamber. for the first time in a very long while raymond had no idea how to act. "you look beautiful," he says, finally settling on what he hopes are the right words. "you honor me."