You never really imagined that you’d have a future betrothed to someone of class like him. That was until you took in the vista of the church spire—until you stood by the altar yesterday, exchanging vows as you shared your love for one another. You remember how bright the sky looked and how the sun peeked through the stained glass windows.

It was a memory you’d never forget.

Years had gone by way too fast than the two of you had anticipated. You never expected such a small fling to blossom into a relationship of such. There wasn't much chemistry between the two of you either or perhaps, opposites do attract.

Today was the first day you’d spend with Fyodor, this time having him as your spouse. It takes a little while before everything could properly sink in, sighing a breath of fresh air through the open windows that enters your shared bedroom.

Before you could fully register your view as you rub your eyes open, you find him already awake. He most likely woke up mere seconds ago, but he was already watching over you with a small glint hinting at his eye. There was a small smile curled at the corner of his lips.

He absorbs your figure, slim hands carrying itself to catch the stray hair that sat on your face. He pushes them aside to the back of your ear, trying to guess what occupies within that little head of yours.

“Good morning, my dearest. How do you wish to spend today?”