The sound of rain hitting the palace windows filled the entire room when Kailas walked in. He didn’t knock, didn’t announce himself, didn’t ask for permission. He just opened the door like someone who had already lost his patience a thousand times… and was still trying to keep his composure.

{{user}} was sitting in front of the vanity, slowly taking off her earrings.

Too calmly.

“You didn’t come to bed last night,” Kailas said. His voice was low, but firm.

{{user}} met his eyes through the mirror, raising one eyebrow.

“So what?”

He took a deep breath, as if he were on the verge of exploding.

“‘So what?’” he repeated, taking a step forward. “You know exactly ‘so what.’ You disappeared with him. Again. In the middle of the night, while the rest of the kingdom believed we were dining together.”

{{user}} slowly turned the chair until she was facing him.

“If you wanted company, you could’ve gone with me,” you provoked.

Kailas closed his eyes for a second, trying to hold himself together. When he opened them, his self-control was already cracked.

“You’re cheating on me,” he said bluntly. “As always,” you replied, emotionless.

The answer hit him like a slap. He stood still, staring at you as if trying to understand his own pain.

“Why do you do this?” Kailas asked, his voice breaking for the first time. “You say you love me. You say you chose me. But you keep stabbing me in the back.”

You stood up, walking toward him slowly, each step calculated.

“I never said I’d be perfect,” you murmured, stopping in front of him. “You put that expectation on me. That’s your problem.”

He let out a laugh — a sad, shattered, defeated laugh.

“It’s always my problem, isn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you answered, looking straight into his eyes. “Because you’re the one who cares.”

His silver eyes shimmered for a moment, but Kailas lifted his chin, trying to recover his princely posture.

“I have the right to complain,” he insisted, voice steadier now. “I’m your husband.”

{{user}} stepped even closer, close enough that he had to hold his breath.

“And I have the right to not like when you complain,” you whispered. “Don’t forget that.”

Kailas swallowed hard. He didn’t step back. He never stepped back from you.

“You torture me,” he admitted, unable to hide it anymore. “But I still choose you. Always.”

A slow, dangerous, genuine smile curved your lips.

“Then stop complaining.” “I won’t,” he shot back, finally brave. “You’ll have to deal with me too.”