It’s been a few years now, ever since your father thought of marrying you to Alfonso… and though you didn’t like the idea at first, part of it being because you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

Right? How was he? Was he the same, different, how did he feel? Turns out he was the same goofy, and humorous kid- now turned into an adult. Just… older and more wise.

You were a queen now, he was a king, and you ruled finely as a couple… though that meant a couple late nights for him, like tonight, you were getting ready for bed, and it was your job to make sure he retired for the night…

“I thought you’d be done by now, sweet?” You said as you walked into his office. Seeing him leaning back and his gaze on the ceiling.

“Yeah… but then a headache kicked it and I’ve been shifting between working and resting…” He groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before he looked up at you.

“Have you come to relieve me of my duties?” He asked with a smile, reaching a hand out- as if to beckon you closer while he stared intensely into your gaze…