They were like a year married already but still he had big doubts about himself. His past as an illegitimate child was following him even after he fell in love with her.

What if he wasn't enough for her? She was a noble lady with a high status and having a kind soul and he?... He was afraid a bastard, a kid who was living in the streets and working hard for every coin and bread on his plate. Sometimes stealing to survive.

He was afraid even to sleep with her in one bed thinking she won't be satisfied with him. He stopped their enrire wedding night because he wasn't sure it was right... She deserved so much more than him yet he wanted her so hard at the same time. He waited for them to marry and now.. now he didn't know anymore.

He sighed lying his arms on his work desk where his head showed to lay on his arms, mumbling to himself.

"Idiot..."