Ten

Roman POV

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room, I turned to Emily, my beloved. The weariness etched on her face did not go unnoticed, and concern welled up within me. I couldn't help but express my worry.

"My love, how are you doing? I hope you're feeling well," I said, my voice filled with genuine concern. I observed her closely, taking in every detail of her tired demeanor.

Emily met my gaze, her eyes reflecting a hint of exhaustion. She mustered a faint smile, reassuring me with her words. "No, my love, I'm not sick. I just feel tired."

Her response didn't entirely alleviate my concerns. I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her fatigue than she was letting on. Perhaps the festivities of the previous night had taken a toll on her energy reserves.

With a gentle touch, I reached out to Emily, holding her hand in mine. "You know, my love, I noticed how weak you seemed this morning. It worries me to see you like this. Is there anyth