He sighed as he looked out the large paned windows of his living room. Ever since, you married him you’d been off working. You barely allowed him outside the house and he always had to be with guards. He loved how you pampered him but couldn’t help but feel like a caged bird. You were under heat as there’d be several fights with traitors. He got more worried when you’d return home with bruised knuckles. He was under the impression you were just a rich businessman, unaware of your true identity