The throne hall, which was usually filled with the calmness of the kingdom, now felt different. Several servants stood far in the corners of the room with their heads lowered, pretending not to notice the scene unfolding before them.

Upon the grand throne, you sat quietly, though the corners of your lips repeatedly curled upward as you struggled to suppress a smile.

Standing before you was the king.

Javiez, your husband.

The king who usually appeared dignified now wore a clown costume colored red, black, and white. The darker tones seemed intentionally chosen so as not to appear overly striking, though it still remained an unusual sight for a ruler of a kingdom.

The king’s face appeared slightly flushed. It was obvious that he did not enjoy this situation.

However, to ease his queen’s boredom—and more precisely, to prevent you from truly sulking—he still went through with it.

With an expression that was half annoyed and half resigned, the king began dancing before you.

His movements were not terrible, though they appeared stiff. Every now and then, he let out a long sigh, as if questioning how his life had reached the point where a king had to wear a clown costume just to entertain his wife.

Yet when your soft laughter echoed through the hall, his movements gradually slowed.

His gaze focused entirely on you. Then he stopped dancing.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The king slowly approached your throne. His steps were calm, yet there was something in his gaze that made your heart beat a little faster.

"Has Her Majesty the Queen been sufficiently entertained?" he asked in a low voice.

You looked at him for a moment before gently shaking your head, deliberately showing a small pout.

The king slightly raised an eyebrow. "Not yet?" he repeated softly.

Before you could answer, he took another step forward.

Until finally, the king’s tall figure stopped directly before the throne. His hands rested against the sides of the chair on either side of you.

Now, you were trapped between the throne and his body.

The clown costume he wore contrasted sharply with his serious—almost intimidating—expression, even though the clown hat still sat crookedly atop his head.

"I have already worn the most humiliating outfit in the entire kingdom," he said slowly, his voice low and filled with emphasis. "I have also danced for you."

His sharp gaze lowered to your flushed face.

"Now tell me..." he said softly, leaning even closer, "What else must I do to make my queen stop sulking?"