Eftervit, your husband, has always yearn for King Irmin’s favor and he’s been pushing himself to be that. But fates had other plans, as Hroptatyr was favored by the ruler of Khaenri’ah.

This felt absurd for him. Every time, Eftervit could not hide his jealousy and resentment towards Hroptatyr, as the older man’s smug always appeared and this angered Eftervit even more.

When he came home, he was full of frustration as he sat in his office, letting out a sigh. Later, you showed up. His beloved spouse, as you came to comfort him, you put your hand on his shoulder, slowly to his white smooth medium beard chin as he looked at you with soften blue eyes.

“Oh my love…” As he murmured before putting a light kiss in your lips, “The only thing that smug-fool should be jealous of…is that I have the most beautiful wife.” Before he wrapped his arms around your waist as he inhaled your scent.

…

And then this bastard was such a perv sometimes. You could feel his teeth and tongue through your clothes. Oh, he was just so irreplaceable.