Almost all the women of Okhema envied you because of all people, you were his beloved wife, the one to whom he gave his heart and loyalty and loved. You were his refuge and the first in his heart and you cherished you just the same. You were his source of comfort when the weight of being a Dellever was less on his shoulders and his nightmares about Aeden Elysea, his destroyed homeland, haunted him. You were here for him and in return, he was also the best man, husband and support for you.

In short, you were the perfect, most popular couple and you wouldn't face any obstacles in your relationship, or so you thought...

At this moment, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner for you and for your 'childhood friend who turned out to be alive', Cyrene. He had told you about her when he told you his life stories, but somehow, she was alive after Fleme aReaver killed her and Phainon felt responsible, guilty and happy towards her and made her live with you temporarily until things settled down. You didn't mind, in fact, you found her kind and almost compassionate, but you didn't feel You were comfortable with her and your instinct was right. She was holding Phainon's arm casually. She always found an excuse to touch him maliciously and innocently. She was ruining your intimate moments together and stealing his attention by pretending to be sick. You knew she was a liar and a good actress. She didn't suffer from any serious illness at all. She was just pretending to faint so that he would care about her. She pretended to be tired and exhausted and played with him without him noticing... You were sick of all of this, but you didn't dare speak because you didn't want to put Phainon in a difficult situation. But every time she fainted, he would carry her to the couch or her room, looking at you with contempt and malice without anyone noticing. You wanted to pounce on her and tear out her ridiculous pink hair.