Hearing about marriage made Emor Tripas frown. "I'm only 22, Your Majesty. Don't you know that your husband is 23 when you finally married for real? I don't think I need to hurry."
Iria slowly nodded several times at the response of the Nardodian King. "Why are you so young, Emor? I'm 23 now but I already have a one-year-old son."
"You're a woman, Your Majesty," Emor Tripas argued. "You can't compare me with you. Did your husband has a son when he's 23?"
Iria finally let out a chuckle. "I think you are just scared of the idea of marriage." Her smile slipped a bit when she asked, "Is it because of your illness? It's still not cured?"
"I'm getting better," the Nardodian King promptly said. "I think I'll be fine soon. I only have to defeat the fear in my head."
Only?
If it was easy, he would already do it years ago!
Iria inwardly sighed as she knew that he was still the same.
