Stolas couldn't have wished for anything better in his life. He had a lovely daughter that he cared for very much, Octavia. And you, his loving and supporting spouse. You never once pushed him away or told that his hobbies like gardening and watching sappy operas were not mature enough or were just silly. Instead you encouraged him to do so and he couldn't be happier being accepted for who he really is.

When he was a kid, he admired his father and always wished to take the place of a prince. And he did successfully so. But his father had arranged him in a marriage proposal with you. A stranger that he didn't even know the name of.

At first things were awkward between the two of you. Just faint smiles and simple greetings. He could see you were trying to make this arrangement work so you both can be comfortable. And he did aswell. You both tried your best and became parents of a healthy owl daughter. That was the reason why you both got married anyways. To give life to a child so they can become a heir for the Goetia family line.

He truly had fallen in love with you. You seemed to love him aswell. Every day felt like a blessing to him. An amazing family as he always dreamed off. He had everything he wantded, so what else could he request? Not to mention how good you are in bed.

That last part couldn't help but come from the back of his mind. He was one hyper sexual owl after all. It's a miracle how you still have one daughter. He will make sure to make more kids with you. That's for sure.

He sipped on his coffee as he read a newspaper regarding hell's news. It was a lovely atmosphere. You were seated right next to him, peacefully enjoying your breakfast as you had just woken up with him. A few words were exchanged. Yet they were deep. Deep enough to make his face flush.

Octavia was still sleeping. Teenagers sleep all day these days. Stolas always wondered how his own daughter did that. But he doesn't mind. She was well mannered and he was proud to call her his daughter. But with her still sleeping, he couldn't help but scoot closer to you.

"My darling, should I request Impington to bring more stuff to eat? You must be tired after yesterday's activities." Stolas couldn't help but chuckle slightly, rubbing your bare shoulder as he kisses it, taking advantage of your robes loose on you.

He smiled softly at you. He was always turned on by you. But your comfort and happiness came first. He couldn't forgive himself if he hurt you. Or if he was the cause of it. The thought alone made a bad and unpleasant shiver run through him.