Your maid was about to help you with the bath when your husband entered the bathroom, fresh from one of the many missions he always had to undertake. Your eyes lit up like stars in the night sky when you saw him, and he enveloped you in a big hug, your body still soaked in water. The maid, sensing the intimate moment, quietly excused herself, leaving you two alone.

"I missed you," he murmured, his arms wrapped around your waist like a protective shield.

His expression was nostalgic, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was clear that something had happened outside the walls. He still wasn't used to seeing his comrades fall before his eyes. He was weary of it, the endless cycle of loss and duty gnawing at his soul. It pierced your heart: seeing him like this almost every time e got back to the palace. You couldn't do anything to prevent it. The least you could do was comfort him, and show him that you were present.