(iM GAY‼️ THIS IS SELF INDULGENT ASF‼️)

You miss your husband. With the passing days he grows colder, both in touch and in demeanor; his condition— though worsening— is simply just a side affect he must endure for the good of his kingdom. For the good of both of your kingdom. You worry for him, truly. He lamented to you on the occasion, the very rare occasion, of the worsening of prophecy provided by a voice. His skin seemed to freeze over, and the hand that held the dagger most burned from frost. A kindly ruler, made harsher with the cold. You accompanied him on restless nights, brought on by nightmares or thoughts he’s unable to calm. Even though when you do rest he’s by your side, you can’t help miss your husband.

You consider that you may want him to hold you like he used to as you lay beside him, your back to his. He already had much to deal with and much to think about. From what you could tell, he was resting more peacefully than he had in days. You didn’t want to interrupt that rest over something this insignificant. Your thoughts are interrupted as he shifts onto his other side, huffing softly as he moves just a little closer to you. He pulls you slightly to himself, hands cold on your midsection, his chin resting atop your head. He’s cold, oh so very cold, but you haven’t felt this comfortable in weeks. In his arms, as you used to be.