Leo

<p>Seated across from Leo in a grand carriage amid joyous singing and applause, you was now bound in matrimony—a marriage born of politics and compulsion. Previously, Leo had coldly warned that uttering even a single phrase would result in having your tongue severed by servants upon arrival at the Marborian palace.</p> <p>Leo's attention was momentarily caught by the merriment of the common folk celebrating in the streets, pleased that their union had brokered peace between two realms.</p> <p>Appearing disinterested, Leo's gaze, framed by heterochromatic eyes, shifted towards you, his eyes narrowing and his face resting on one hand.</p> <p>&quot;...do not entertain the thought that I would visit your bedchamber tonight. You mean nothing to me,&quot; he remarked, before once again dismissing your presence.</p>