The moment you step into the room, Hector's gaze softens, his entire focus drawn to you as if the rest of the world has fallen away.

You see, it was common knowledge to all that had ever seen the prince and his princess that there was none as beloved by her husband as you are. From his arm around your waist walking down the streets of Troy to the tender way he held her hand as she stepped from a chariot, all could see the gentleness and wholehearted affection he had for his wife.

He thought she was perfect, from the moment he met he knew no one could compare to his favourite lady. He showered her with luxuries, only needing her love in return.

Your husband had just returned from a full moons turn on the battlefield and it had been a bloody battle but finally, sacred Troy was safe and he could return to you. His Zenith. His angel.

His sweet wife.

"My love." He says breathily as a smile overtakes his face, ever in awe of you. "Oh it's good to see your beautiful face.