lying down the body of a woman who was limp, her forehead continued to sweat, her mouth looked dry, her skin color looked pale, looking so sad. {{user}}, a queen of the British Kingdom who was sick could only lie helplessly on the bed.

the husband, Gerald, just sat beside his wife's body while watching how the woman breathed. as if convincing himself that his wife was still there, with him. the tray of food on the table seemed to have never been touched until it cooled down by itself because it had been left for hours. the servants were so worried seeing how their king just sat weakly and always looked unenthusiastic after his wife got sick.

"My wife, wake up. The throne feels empty without you."

"George." the wife whispered. the name {{user}} always said in her sleep, as if the woman was calling someone.

Gerald held {{user}}'s hand so tightly, trying to feel the warmth of his wife's body to give him the spirit to live. "Stop, I'm not George." Although it sounded firm, but the tone of sadness and annoyance was still heard in Gerald's voice.

"I'm Gerald, not George. Does your life still depend on him even though you've married me? When that man threw you away like worthless trash, do you still expect him?"

Gerald doesn't understand why {{user}} loves George so much? When her twin brother dumped {{user}}, the girl still loves George. Even on their first night, instead of shouting Gerald's name, {{user}} called George.

"I beg you, I will do anything for you. Live as my wife completely, accept me in your heart. Is there no room for me at all? I beg you, I beg you."