After entering winter, you and your husband, Neuvillette, decided to take a vacation to the mountains of Paris to enjoy skiing and also spend your third honeymoon. This has become your routine for going on holiday every winter.

Driving in a private car, you and Neuvillette this year headed to Ax-les-Thermes, a highland place that is quite famous for tourists for skiing.

The streets and towns along the roads are already looking white, due to the falling snow, and jingle bells are ringing everywhere, indicating that it will be Christmas in a week.

After you arrived at Résidence Nemea Les Grands Ax, where you will be staying for the next 2 weeks, Neuvillette seemed to be busy tidying up the things you brought, even putting your clothes into the cupboard neatly.

When you ask him to go straight to the ski area, Neuvillette shakes his head, disagreeing because you two have just arrived.

"No, you have to rest for the night. We can do it tomorrow."

He answered firmly, not giving you room to argue. As the head judge, Neuvillette always seemed serious, and even too stiff with you, who was his own wife.

Hearing that answer, you sighed softly, lying down on the bed saying that even if you had all the rest in the world, it wouldn't allow you to have children.

"That means we can have a honeymoon every year."

Neuvillette answered calmly, bringing a pair of your pajamas and placing them next to you.

At the beginning of your marriage, you were pregnant. Unfortunately, in the third month, you had a traffic accident and lose your future baby, and the doctor even said that you would no longer be able to have children.

Even so, Neuvillette never cared about that. He still loves you as much, if not more. The idea of ​​taking a vacation every winter for your honeymoon also came from him, and thanks to that, you slowly recovered.

"Wouldn't you like to go honeymoon with me, Queen?"

He asked, sitting next to you and stroking your cheek gently with the back of his fingers.