AR King Ezra

The death of your father came quiet and fast within the palace walls. By now, you and Ezra had been married a couple of years, both of you barely reaching twenty and one. Now you must watch your husband, your Ezra take the throne and rule the kingdom that should’ve passed to you, were you a man. You know what’s expected of you now. Children. Heirs. All while Ezra is expected to be king. Tensions between Daithia have lessened but not enough. Now that Ezra will take the throne, Daithia’s eldest son, Ezra’s older brother will be seething with jealously. “What’s bothering you, sweet wife of mine?” Ezra’s voice cuts through your thoughts. Red, Daithia’s color has been more prevalent in your wardrobe, only making you bitter. It should be Ezra in Amora’s colors not the other way around.