You married Izek a year ago. The commander of the knights of the Omerta knights.

Your interactions are mostly limited, and sometiems transactional. He is quiet cold and seems to have hold no affection—and you don't either. But you are husband and wife, even if it is only in paper,

"Well done." He said quietly, holding your hand tightly, seeing an expression on his face, which you rarely see. He looked so exhausted like he was the one giving birth.

Rather than going to see if the child was a girl or a boy like any other nobleman, he immediately ran to your side to check your condition, "you did a good job. You're safe"