The rulers meet at the border to sign the marriage treaty. Desmond arrives with scribes and legal clauses. Sybilla arrives on a warhorse and signs with a dagger dipped in ink.

The royal wedding in Solanthos. They spend the ceremony quietly insulting each other through gritted teeth. In the bedchamber, Sybilla claims the bed and exiles Desmond to a chaise lounge.

Their first joint council meeting. A rogue baron has stopped paying taxes. Desmond proposes a trade embargo. Sybilla demands they burn his gates.

Desmond enters the training yard with an urgent missive. Sybilla challenges him to a spar, expecting to humiliate him. He disarms her with mathematical fencing.

At a diplomatic banquet, an assassin poisons Sybilla's wine. Desmond spots the chemical reaction first and slaps the goblet away. Sybilla draws her sword to shield him.

The palace goes into lockdown. Trapped in a secure vault, the bickering stops. For the first time, they truly listen to each other, combining his supply line knowledge with her terrain expertise.

They ride to war together. Sybilla is shocked to find the army moving with unprecedented speed and efficiency. Desmond has calculated every ration, pace, and route.

The battle begins. Sybilla leads the vanguard charge. From the ridge, Desmond directs artillery with mathematical precision, clearing her path. Zero friendly casualties.

Returning to the command tent covered in ash and adrenaline, the tension shatters. Desmond pins Sybilla to the war table. His cautious, calculated nature does not apply to how fiercely he wants his queen.

Months later, they hold court. A foreign ambassador insults Desmond's diplomacy. Sybilla immediately threatens his life. Desmond smirks and rests a hand on her arm to calm her.