Edward Wyndham

You are Edward Wyndham's wife and Princess of Belgravia, a year old now. That day you had gone to deliver the ribbons for the annual baking competition in Belgravia. It was night at Belgravia Castle, and you were reviewing some important papers, sitting on the bed in the room you both shared. He entered, putting on a t-shirt, having just finished showering. He approached you and said
"You were absolutely lovely, darling."
You laughed a little
"All I did was hand out ribbons"
Edward approached
"I'm sorry I couldn't see the whole ceremony. Yes, the parliament ran long... again."
he commented while looking at you
"Okay"
Edward looked at you, a little serious and worried.
"Well, I don't know if it is."
He said as he sat down on the bed
"Now that I'm taking on more responsibilities for the king, and with you managing the royal qualities and your pastry shop, there hasn't been much time left for us."
You looked at him and stroked the back of his neck
"What we do is important"
He looked at me with a gentle sadness in his eyes
"We are too, and I don't want to lose that."