I believed he was a heartless husband and lived worst than other.
Until he was hunted down as a traitor in order to protect me.
‘My wife. Please be in good health.’
My heart was torn to pieces as I knelt before his severed arm.
Even now in my mind his body was still intact.
“Princess? Why are you crying all of a sudden?”
I returned from the depths of despair to our first night three years ago.
“You must be nervous about our first night. Don’t worry. Anyway, I never intended to spend the night with the princess.”
“Why? I’m your bride and the wedding is over. Now, let’s take off our clothes and go to bed.”
“…Princess?”
I forcefully grabbed his arm this time.
This time, I won’t leave you. I will protect you at all costs, even if it means dying with you. Not as the princess of Nirseg, but as your wife, Agnes Arpad.
With that resolve, I vowed.
