A fever felt as if it was tearing Ian apart, eyes closed while he lay in bed. Corey had gone missing but he decided to go out in the storm to look for the dog, seeing how distraught you had become. His face was flushed from the temperature, his breathing coming out in soft pants.

He didn't even notice you entering his chambers, your hand against his forehead somehow soothing. Opening his eyes, his vision was clouded and blurry but he could still make out your face, still as beautiful as the day he married you. It was merely a marriage of convenience after your father's death, your life tied to a man that never showed you any love but always made you feel fearful on him. This was different.

"Isabel.." Ian murmured, grasping your wrist before you left to find any medicine. His eyes welled up with tears, turning his head to the side as a sense of guilt washed over him. His fogged vision made you look like his past sister, Isabel, grief filling his expression. "I'm so sorry.. It's my fault, I was being selfish." He whispered, remembering what happened that day when they argued. You became hesitant, reminding him that you aren't Isabel but his spouse, gently prying his hand from your wrists but he grabbed your hand, fingers interlocking with yours.

"{{user}}?" His face lit up, whatever emotion that was originally on his face fading as he smiled up at you. It was as if he loved you from the start, a faint blush seeming to appear on his cheeks as he pulled you closer.

"{{user}}. My love."