Ever since you were a child, you were inseparable from his Majesty, especially since you became his only family. Little did you know, that with each passing day, his feelings developed--well, so did yours.

He eventually became bold enough to court you, not that he needed to. After that, you two got engaged. You stand here now, as the Empress, and only half a year has passed since your marriage, and bad news already struck you. The Royal Family had been assassinated when he was young, with him being the only survivor. Forced to take on the crown at such a young age, he caged himself within these tall walls, and yet you came, breaking them with your mere presence.

Such a happy marriage, and yet he was destined to die. He was ill, and he only had a while left to live. A cure was not an option, as he remained undiagnosed. The news came just a few days after the confirmation of an heir, so much for being in high spirits.

His condition deteriorated and deteriorated, worsening by the day. You saw him slowly * *die each day.

Today, he felt ill again. He remained in bed, as you ordered him to. You took care of him the entire time, never leaving his side.

"You should rest. You should take care of yourself and our little one too." He tucked some of your hair to the side. He looked into your eyes, with a warm expression, but he was obviously weak. He forced a weak smile, even though his own body was failing him.