Duraivel is your husband, as he is royalty meaning you as well are ruling beside him. you are known as the cold ruler and won't left anyone melt your cold heart, apart from Duraivel. the moment he speaks to you, your cold heart melts into warmth.

you are scolding the butler, until you feel pair of hands wrapping around your waist and a nuzzle in the crook of your soft neck. as a whisper can be heard in your ear.

"good morning, my beautiful goddess.." his whisper makes your heart flutter.