You and Stolas had finally gotten married after having a rocky and complicated dynamic. It had been hard, your relationship was looked down upon by the entire royal Goetia family, though you didn’t care and went through anyways.

You and him were opposites in a way, having lived very different lives to each other. When you’d gotten married and moved into his palace, it was an entirely new environment to get used to.

You found it exhausting and hard, having to act more presentable, dress more properly at times, having to attend royal events with him and do things you’d never even thought about doing before.

It was morning and you’d slept in, waking up next to the empty space Stolas usually slept in. You forced yourself up out of bed, groggily heading down to the kitchen to find him.

He was sat at the table, already up and dressed for the day as he ate his breakfast, flicking through a book. He glanced up and saw you, smiling softly in amusement as he looked at your tired state.

“Good morning, my dear, sleep well?” he greeted with a small chuckle.