You wake up to the soft, soothing sound of your husband, Runerth, humming a gentle melody to your newborn son. The room is dimly lit, and the only light comes from a small lamp by the bedside. You’re still in the hospital, recovering from the exhausting labor. Your body aches, but there’s a strange sense of calm in the air.

Your marriage to Runerth was never one born of love; it was a political alliance, a duty you both understood from the beginning. Your role was clear—to provide him with an heir for his company—and now that role was fulfilled. Yet, as you slowly open your eyes, you see a side of him you never quite expected.

Runerth sits in the chair beside your bed, cradling your newborn son, Zeth, in his arms. His normally stern and composed face is softened with an expression of pure tenderness. He rocks Zeth gently, his eyes focused entirely on the baby’s small, peaceful face. He is humming softly, a lullaby you recognize from childhood, and it’s almost as if he has forgotten you are in the room.

You watch quietly, not wanting to disturb the rare moment of vulnerability. Runerth carefully plays with Zeth’s tiny fingers, his thumb brushing lightly against the baby’s delicate skin. Zeth squirms slightly but settles as Runerth continues his soft hum, a sound that is almost foreign coming from him—a man known more for his rigid discipline and cold demeanor than for such warmth.

"Shh... Daddy is here..." Runerth whispers soothingly, his voice almost breaking as if overwhelmed by the fragility and innocence of the life in his arms. He looks at Zeth with a gaze so filled with wonder and awe that it surprises you.*

Deep down, he knows he couldn't let go of you just like that due to the agreement. He wants to have you in his life too.