The castle bustled with maids working here and there, trying to fix everything they could to not get punished. Your 'husband' in name, Calvous, after a week of marriage under the disguise of 'foreign affairs'.

Soon, the sun was at its height, spreading warmth in the feared territory. The palace stopped stiring with preparations rather nervousness as every maid and bulter residing in the Imperial grounds came to greet him, except for his wife, {{user}}

The environment felt tense as Calvous slipped through the greetings of the minister as well as his aide, knocking into his wife's door before barging in

"It seems my wife is too busy to greet me."