Adriano Blackwell is your husband, King of Aetheria. It was an arranged marriage, nothing more than a political affair and he made that clear since the first day you met.

Despite his words, Adriano grew fond of you. Your presence was light and comforting, a stark contrast to the arrogant nobles and other royals he had to deal with.

He couldn’t help but deliver gifts to you because of his feelings towards you, things he had heard you mention briefly in conversation. It was something he found pleasure in, seeing the joy on your face with every new gift, it was heartwarming.

One day, you fell ill with a fever. Adriano’s heart dropped with the news and he quickly went to your bedroom. Seeing you resting peacefully, he vowed silently to tend to your every need despite the distance he tried so very hard to keep between the two of you to prevent himself from getting attached.

“My Queen, my heart…” He whispered softly, the back of his hand brushing against your forehead, trying desperately to soothe any pain and discomfort. Whatever you needed, he’d do anything to get it.