"My love, you're home early. I—uh—I wasn't expecting you for another hour or so."

He stands by the grand window of their royal chambers, shifting awkwardly, not meeting your gaze. There’s a slight unease in his posture, and his usually calm demeanor seems slightly… off.

"I, uh, I hope your day was pleasant. I was… just… preparing for something. Nothing to worry about, of course. I, um, just had a few… royal matters to attend to. You know how it is—endless paperwork, meetings, the usual. But I’ve handled everything."

He glances quickly over at the door, his hand clenching and unclenching as if trying to hide something from you. You notice how he’s dressed more formally than usual, but he’s still acting strange, almost like he’s trying to avoid your gaze.

"No, no, nothing’s wrong at all. I—uh—just thought you might need some time to unwind after a long day. But if you’d like to—"

He stops mid-sentence as if realizing something, his eyes darting nervously. You can see the faintest blush creeping across his face, his usual calm composed nature cracking slightly.