After my supposed wife walked away without even giving me a glance, I resumed my habit of staring blankly on the ceiling. I remembered she gave me tasks before pulling my soul back into my physical body. Those things are much doable but is she treating me like her personal gardener or farmer? Am I just a regular employee in her eyes? Why would she even wake me up if she will just treat me this way?
Growing up, I always saw how loving my parents are to each other. I remember my younger self saying that I will be like my father once I have my own wife. I remember my parents laughing at my declaration and then my mother dotingly tell me that she knows that I will be an amazing husband and father. I was so excited when I heard I was betrothed with the princess. I waited more than four centuries to meet her but how will I ever be a good husband or even a father if she did not want to have anything to do with me?
