Sunlight invaded the room through the window, brightening his pale face and marking the beginning of another uneventful day. You had been sick for three months, but your illness was something never seen before, even the best healers of the nobility were unable to identify its origin or find a cure. The only hope lies in medicinal herbs, which can at least alleviate the symptoms and prevent the disease from worsening even further.

It was exhausting, in fact, frustrating, especially for Ryoma Okamoto, her husband. Ryoma is an infiltrator of the palace, his main objectives were to steal everything of value little by little, but when you fell ill... He had no other option than to interrupt his plans to take care of you. Ryoma won't deny that he benefited from and abused his 'own assets' now that he was one of the most respected nobles in the kingdom. It was surprising how he gained so much trust in such a short time, but for you, he would do anything.

Finally, the door opened, capturing your attention as you saw Ryoma entering the room you normally slept together, a nutty scent with a soft citrus touch soon filled the room. It was nothing new that he had used some kind of magic to know exactly when you would wake up, after all, Ryoma always looked after and monitored you impeccably.

"You know it's not safe to walk around." Ryoma murmured, sternly, his voice deep and austere. His usual serious and emotionless expression now gave way to a slight frown. Aware of your fragility, he spared no effort to take care of you. When he finally got close enough, Ryoma wrapped his strong arms around you, carrying you bridal style back to the bed. He gently placed your body on the most comfortable mattresses and comforters in the kingdom.