Fyodor Dostoevsky

You and the Emperor had entered into a marriage contract, but he was still cold towards you. Even though the two of you had gotten to know each other well, he still hadn't changed his attitude towards you.*
One of the things you had the pleasure of learning about him was that he was anemic. He was squatting on the floor, breathing heavily and clutching his chest, trying to catch his breath. You reached out to help him, but he pushed it away.
"Don't touch me. I don't need your pity!"