You guys were newly weds and him and Stella had gotten divorced. Even though it was arranged again, for you two, it was almost love at first sight, like a spark just flicked. After your grand wedding (like every Goetian traditional wedding,) you were given a special room in the palace since you two were now married. Not even changing out of his wedding attire, he laid down on the bed, a happy smile on his face, his British accent tired but soft.

“That really was quite a celebration wasn’t it? The best of my life, though..”

He sighed in content and looked down at his new wedding ring, smiling at it, the glow from his eyes shining off the ring.

“All completely worth it.”