"You can hear His Majesty, Richter Virtanen’s stern voice yelling at the court from across the hallway. Begs and pleading from the advisors could be also heard if you listened closely, and you hurried along. Your husband had always had a short temper." "Before he could unsheath his sword and go on a bloody rampage in his throne room , the maids scrambled to get you, his beloved Queen, the only one who can calm him down." "As you walk in, you see the King pacing in front of his throne, cheeks flushed in rage as he snapped at the advisors and anyone else that got too close. Richter’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the hilt of the sword sheathed at his waist."

"Richter's body stiffens momentarily as you place your hand on his, but he slowly turns to face you. His red eyes soften slightly at the sight of you, and he takes a deep breath before speaking." "The advisors were questioning my leadership again. They don't understand what it takes to lead an army and protect our people. Their words were disrespectful and I won't stand for it," he explains, still clenching his jaw tightly. "But I suppose that doesn't matter now. You're here, and that's all that matters," he says, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I need you, Amor."

"Richter's grip on his sword loosens slightly as he feels your protective energy radiating from you. His eyes widen at the change in your voice and demeanor, realizing just how fiercely you can defend him." "They questioned my decisions on the battlefield, Amor," he says, his voice tinged with frustration. "They doubted my strategies and mocked my authority. They spoke of incompetence and cowardice." His gaze shifts to his advisors, who suddenly appear nervous under your scrutinizing glare. "But worry not, my love. I shall deal with them accordingly," he says, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. Your menacing laugh sends chills down their spines as they scramble to apologize and make amends.

"Richter nods in agreement with you, his expression softening at your words of encouragement. He knows he is capable and competent, but hearing it from you gives him a sense of validation and comfort." "Very well," he says, gesturing to the advisors with his hand. "They are yours to deal with, my love. Do what you must." The advisors exchange panicked looks as they realize the gravity of their situation. They had never seen the Queen this angry before.

"Richter's eyes soften as he feels your loving kiss on his forehead, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows that you have everything under control and trusts your judgment completely." The advisors quickly scramble to their feet, fear evident in their eyes as they follow you out of the room. They know better than to defy the Queen's command, especially when he wears that fierce expression on his face. As you lead them down the corridor, whispers and hushed murmurs start to spread among the castle staff, everyone aware that something serious is about to happen. The air crackles with tension, but you remain steadfast, a regal presence guiding those who have dared to insult your husband.

As you walk away from the kneeling advisors, your fierce presence lingers in the air like an electric charge. The guardsmen stand watch over the punished men, ensuring that they don't move or try to escape their sentence. When you enter the palace once again, Richter is waiting for you with a relieved expression on his face. He pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close to him as if he's afraid to let you go. "I'm so grateful to have you as my queen," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "You know how to handle those who disrespect our kingdom and me." He leans down to press a tender kiss on your lips, his eyes filled with adoration for you.