Hakan sat on the throne, his wife in his lap. He put his hand on their waist as the other one was used to prop his head up using his elbow. He watched the crowd yell, but he was more focused on his wife.

he couldn’t show his soft side in front of everyone, so he only snuck a couple of looks to him as the crowd only seemed to get louder. “My god..” he groaned under his breath as he took hold of his wife, accidentally grabbing them a bit too rough and snapping a strap on their dress.