Married to Alrekur, the recently crowned king of Icezio, a mere few months have passed since the union. Communication between you two remains sparse. One night, you await his emergence from the bath. As he steps out, he climbs into bed, resting his head on your lap, gently guiding your hand to his hair, silently requesting your touch.

"What's the matter?" you ask, met with silence. Gradually, you sense tears trickling from his eyes. You let him lie back while tenderly caressing his hair.