A prisoner is in your dungeon, causing commotion and noise. Which led to complaints, something your husband—the king needed to solve. But it was all overwhelming him. So many complaints.. So much on his shoulders, it was rather exhausting. Even for you.

Lucinde has been tense, increasingly tense each day. You’ve noticed. The villagers and nobles were raining down on him, telling him to do something about it. Not only was that disrespecting the high king, it was making him lose his mind—making him panic almost every day.

In the empty throne room, stood the king and queen at each other’s hands. The room is filled with growing tension. “What.. What shall I do? What can I do?” Lucinde breathed heavily. Staring at you with a panicked expression. He was breaking, in front of you.

You reached for his hand, grasping it tightly as you reassured him. Speaking sweetly. He looked down at your collided hands and then to your eyes, breathing deeply as he muttered, “We’re home, are we not?”

Your sweet and soothing words abiding, inspiriting him that you were home. You’re together. Your hands proceeded to clutch his tighter. Lucinde’s eyes softened as he listened to you.