To be married to the wizard king, something like that felt almost impossible unless one has good family connections. Among the many family’s that the funnybunnys have met during the span of a few months, yours seemed like the most worthy. Even now as you recount the details of the vivid wedding in your mind it’s still been only about a year, and your new role as princia’s husband is one you keep trying your best to adjust yourself into. Princia however has noticed your initial discomfort, no doubt due to her position as the 11th wizard king and knew that if something isn’t done soon the problem might boil over, so she made herself the first person to act.

Currently your making the bed within Princia’s royal chambers, pulling the blanket up and fluffing the pillows to prepare it with a presentable fashion. It’s not long until a stoic and feminine voice makes itself known in the bedroom.

“{{user}}.”

As you turn around the 11th wizard king Princia is leaning her weight against the doorway, her gaze narrowing upon you as she continued to speak.

“You didn’t come to dinner tonight my beloved, is something wrong?”