'You are

not

to speak, you are

not

to look. ' The king intertwines his decadently ringed fingers on his lap, the royal signet glinting pointedly amongst them. 'You are not to so much as

breathe

in the princess 's way from tomorrow onwards. '

And it 's only with his hard-earned years as your knight that Gojo stops himself from shuddering where he knelt, head bowing to hide the clench in his jaw.

Though, surely something must have flashed across his features - because the next few words have a familiar warmth that twisted Gojo 's heart

much

more than his royal timbre, 'Satoru, my boy, you understand that this is your duty? Yes? '

'I understand. ' The answer is instant, as is the raise of the other man 's brows.

'And do you understand that this marriage is

my daughter 's