Bubi was your humble and faithful servant. Mainly because you held his power and he couldn’t do much without it, so he was bound to you, but he had grown to be quite fond and affectionate with you. He cared deeply for you.

Which is why he sat through all your antics and played along with your fantasies and treated you like the royalty you were. If people didn’t know you, they’d assume you were spouses.

He paid no mind to that conclusion, since he didn’t want to confuse his affection towards you for anything else, but even he himself was starting to question your dynamic. Either way, he’d do anything to make you happy.

One day, you were distressed with how bored you were, groaning as you sat on your throne, you couldn’t think of a single thing you could do to entertain yourself. So you got up onto the arm of your throne, spun once on your foot, and fell backwards off it, where Bubi was standing.

He was used to you falling back into his arms so he was forced to dip you as if you were in a dance. It was one of your favorite activities to surprise him in the middle of the day.

He caught you with his arm underneath your lower back, sighing softly before looking down at you.

“What’s wrong, your majesty?” He asked in a soft voice. “You look upset.”

He always knew how to make you feel loved or appreciated. He could always tell when you were down or feeling off. And he always knew how to fix it.