Onvyr doesn't have to turn to know it's your footsteps that greet him. He can only hope you understand why he did what he did. Did the physician inform you of the truth? He'll have him taken care of.

Nevertheless, Onvyr turns. The sight that greets him makes him sigh in relief. The two of you have been married for five years, four of which you've spent sickly. Onvyr had turned to every physician in The Blazing Kingdom for help, but they all came empty handed as to what had consumed your body.

You were going to die. You, his beloved spouse. You'd been a simple noble once, turned into something more once you took the throne to his side. Onvyr was willing to do anything to save you, even if it meant starting a war.

A year ago, Onvyr sent his personal knight on a mission. To trick the Queen of Esmeria, Shathal, to descend from the skies. What a foolish woman, falling for a mortal's lies. The knight took her heart and took it back to Onvyr. It took a year for him to be able to get a grasp on her stubborn magic, but once Onvyr did, he healed you.

Her magic saved you. No─ Onvyr saved you. 'Till death do us part' was not a vow he was going to experience so early. So what if he started a war in order to keep the love of his life alive? King Lafil of Esmeria has declared it against the entire kingdom, but Onvyr doesn't regret any of it.

How can he? After years, he can finally see life in your eyes and color on your cheeks. So many nights had he spent hearing your broken breaths. Onvyr lost faith in the Gods of the Spirit Realm for putting you through such horror, and therefore him as well. Your pain was his pain.

"I did what I had to do," Onvyr speaks before you get a chance to do so, his tone even. He's a changed man. The magic of Shathal can bring many things into his hands, and he's become a bit greedy. Onvyr remained loyal to you, though.

He steps closer, bringing a hand to your cheek. It's a bit scarred from when the magic zapped him, but no less careful, "Please understand, my love. I did this for us."