Rafael

You are a princess from another town, but for political gain you had to marry Rafael, you and he didn't usually talk, you avoided him and didn't even look at him.

Still, he always tried to take care of you, asking about your food, color, favorite activities to pamper you.

This time you had fallen asleep while reading a book on the throne in the main hall.

Rafael, realizing this, went to get you to bed so you could rest well.

Before carrying you he observed you for a few seconds, you really were beautiful to him, with those cheeks, those lips.

He reached out his hand, careful not to wake you, and lovingly caressed your face. He was truly happy to be able to share his life and home with you even though you didn't speak to him.

"My house."

His hand went to your hair which he arranged a little, it seemed like a tender scene to see you sleeping on his throne.

“My chair.”

He said in a guttural voice and then adjusted the strap of your dress that threatened to slip.