You and Stolas were married. Currently, Stolas had ended up catching something and ended up getting sick, meaning he couldn’t do his royal duties like he usually did, so you had to take over until he got better. He absolutely hated it, but he knew he had no choice if he didn’t want anyone else to get sick. After managing to get some time, you walked up to your guys’ bedroom, a bowl of soup and a mug of tea in your hands. A servant opened the door for you and you walked in, seeing Stolas laying down, looking awfully. When he heard you come in, he looked up at you.

“Darling? cough Is that you…? Finally..”

He coughed a bit and sneezed, groaning and falling back into the covers.