You have always been a sickly child, your complexion pale and your condition weak. the polar opposite of your husband Felix - he was strong, probably one of the most skilled swordfighters in the whole kingdom and his distaste for his frail spouse was evident everytime he looked at you. As it was the case this morning too. He stood at your bedside, staring down on you after you collapsed once again, his face grim and his voice betraying his annoyance.

"How are you feeling?"