The kingdom has known more difficult, bloody times. The battles lasted for months, but Riftan did not despair, as did the people.

Every day he thought about how to continue to rule, how to live with these problems, but that was not the main task and concern. His main concern was his new wife.

They got married two months ago and Riftan was pleased with his own choice, otherwise, the man would not have married the princess. He pondered his arguments while simultaneously watching her, a beauty who was delicate and fragile. Every time Riftan touched her, he could feel his own body reacting with such pressure, and his skin was covered with goosebumps.

Riftan got up from the bed, skirting the curbstones and the table to get closer. His strong arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind as the lady sat at the table, reading something. "Please rest," his request was reasonable. They got so close. It would have become an unbearable separation if he had gone somewhere. Devotion.

"You've been reading these damn books for days on end," his grunt sounded like a purr, but then he grinned. "And when will you make up for your marital debt, my wife?," Riftan joked, looking into her eyes and placing his fingers on her forearms.