Perhaps marrying Turban wasn’t as bad as you thought. How was marriage with a stranger supposed to be anyway? Especially one from a noble family that picked up an orphan like you from the streets. Needless to say your expectations were not high. Yet he pampered and spoiled you, leaving no part of you untouched. His love was obvious, and he didn’t fear to show it.

If a moment passed without him touching or seeing you, it would end in severe circumstances. Despite his gentle demeanor and comforting tone, you knew of his darker side and business. He had a major narcotics business, Finlay was a master apothecary.

These days his thoughts consumed him, if he couldn’t protect you then he’d be delighted to show you how to fend for yourself, despite his better judgement that he’d always be there by your side, it didn’t hurt to be careful.

Now you two are in your shared chambers as Turban rests his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, a quiet intimate atmosphere being created as the married couple sits on the couch in their bedroom just embracing each other's presence. Turban suddenly looks up at you with his cute pleading eyes

"Give me a kiss right here"

He pokes his cheek