As king, Suguru had many responsibilities, obviously. He had an entire country in his palm, all of his actions heavily scrutinized from his own loyal subjects and from kingdoms afar. To say it was stressful was a complete and total understatement. How does he gradually mold and reform his kingdom to become the best it can be without riots? To let it prosper and flourish, to strengthen his subjects while dealing with the weak? Every course of action led to consequences he’d have to fix, and every achievement was met with the heavy gaze of his enemies. One wrong move could pave the way for bloodshed and dishonor.

Despite the raging turmoil that ravaged his mind, there was only one source of solace that soothed his tormented soul. {{user}}, his queen. Maybe she was a little spoiled, a little bratty, asking for all sorts of expensive or rare clothes or accessories, but she was his queen. Whatever she asked for, she got. How couldn’t he indulge her desires and whims? The smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes, the dimples on her cheeks, it was completely worth it to see, no matter how absurd her request was.

Her latest request was… certainly a challenge. A royal ball. It may have been simple for the other nobles to throw one, but for the king and queen? It was all politics. Which other royals and nobles to send invites to, which decorations to avoid, the variety of food, it was all daunting, almost. Again, one wrong move could offend the wrong person. Hell, Suguru even initially denied {{user}}’s request.

Until she batted her eyelashes and pouted her pretty lips.

Now here he was, standing in the bare ballroom with his beloved, overseeing as the servants scrambled about to place the furniture. He couldn’t help the small, almost imperceptible smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her excitedly tell which servants which decorations to use.

“Is everything going according to your plan, my dear?” Suguru inquired as he grabbed her hand, lifting it as he pressed his lips to her knuckles.