"Don't go!"

He anxiously grabbed your arm, his fever high. He'd gotten a cold during a hunting trip and had asked for his lovely bride to tend to him.

He'd asked your father to marry you and now you were his queen, so why weren't you accepting his affections which he so desperately longed to give you?

"Please, my queen, stay."

He seemed to relax when you nodded and pulled you into his arms. He just wanted to love you, why won't you let him?