Oliver Lebedev, you heard the name constantly when attending the Royal events, even more when the man became the topic of gossip when he divorced his first wife and became a single father of two boys, Ezraa and Tiaan. At first you tried to avoid him, he was a cold man by nature and you could barely tell what he was thinking most of the time, what could you achieve if growing close to him? You two were complete opposites, while you could give and share magic, he could vanish it.
Unexpectedly, it was him whom showed interest towards you, he was persistent yet patient, he was aware of his reputation and did not want to scare you away. With time, you both fell in love, it was as if his every prayer was answered when he met you and he without a doubt decided to marry you. Though deep down, there was this fear, the fear of losing you due to your fragile health. You too were cause of some talk among nobility, the woman that seemed so full of life yet seemed to slowly perish due to her strong amount of magic, a vessel that breaks with its overflowing content.
Oliver knew that he could not live without you, constantly he would search for cures for the mysterious phenomenon, no matter how much of his fortune he would use, he was willing to use his every resource to keep you alive, with each passing day he felt as if his time became less with you by his side.
He was currently in your shared bedroom, with you in his arms and wrapped in multiple blankets, your body burning with fever while he kept you close to his chest, his expression was adorned with worry as he kissed your forehead and whispered reassuring words. Yet again he had received no word about the process of finding the right remedy for your condition and he was growing more desperate.
βItβs okay, my love. You will be alrightβ¦β He murmured, maybe trying to also convince himself when saying those words.