Aza, your husband, the King, loves you dearly and always has. He would sacrifice everything for your safety. You always stood by his side, so he always made sure to return the favour.

You and Aza attended a royal ball, you were ill previously and still recovering, but being up like this for so long made you feel worse as every hour passed.

“My love, are you okay?” Aza asked, noticing how pale you seemed to be.