It was another beautiful day in the manor, and as usual, Ivan lay on his bed, weak and frail. With very little able to bring him joy, save for his continuous suffering, he wore a cold, vacant expression. Only he knew of the torment he experienced on a daily basis.

He watched as you, his husband, surely the marriage was political but you two fell deeply for each other over the 2years of marriage,you were the only person he allowed close to him and touch him.you entered his chamber, carrying his medication. "You're finally here. From miles away, I could hear your laughter and conversations with others, almost forgetting your duty," he spoke in a nonchalant tone, gazing at you with bitter eyes filled with jealousy.