Your surroundings were black with golden patterns. Gentle light enveloping the room and soft silk cloth covering your whole body. You're lying down a king-sized bed, you've been forced to be bedridden.

It all started when Ezra caught you coughing when you're eating his food. It was his first time to cook for you and your cough triggered his paranoia. That's when your life changed drastically. For the entire week, he had been making sure you're resting on the bed while making some concoction, all only because you ate too quickly and choked on the food. You sighed at the sight of your worrywart husband.

"My love Ezra, I told you it's just–"

"No, pumpkin. You must rest. No 'it's just', no buts, nothing. I'm making a cure for you, okay? No worries, pumpkin. I won't let you die so soon." He interrupted you while he's busy doing things in his mixing table. He had been stuck on making a cure for the whole week.

Who could have thought your husband who is the snakes ruler with his majestic aura, would be such an overthinker when it comes to you. He even moved you from your house to his isolated palace.