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I felt oddly lightheaded. But my head was full of questions.

"What's... What's going on? Why is your nose bleeding?"

I looked towards the door, hearing Dem's concerned tone. He quickly grabbed his handkerchief and pressed it against my nose to stop the bleeding. I did not notice it was still bleeding and now that I looked down at me, I saw that the chest area of my underthings was bloody as well.

'Just why is my nose bleeding this much? I didn't even do anything. I didn't even stress myself.'

"Why aren't you saying anything? What happened?" he asked. "I just left you for a while... And this happened. Really? What were you doing?

Did something do something ot you?"

"I don't know. It just started bleeding," I said. "It doesn't hurt. There is no need to freak out."

"What do you mean? Your nose is literally bleeding."

'You didn't blink even one time parting that man's body and head in the dungeon. But when your wife just gets a simple nosebleed, you're freaking out. Even now, I have no idea whether to be happy or not.'

"I am fine, Dem..."

"Did something happen?" he asked. "Did you get any kind of injury? Are you stressed too much?"

I sighed. I tried telling him a few times that I was alright. But he did not listen. He even called for a doctor after that and kept the handkerchief pressed against my nose even though the bleeding stopped. He never listened. He was overprotective.

But then again, I sometimes liked that part of him.

"Did Your Highness push yourself hard?" Doctor Dimitri asked.

"Not really?" I mumbled.

"Her Highness is eating better than before these days. She hasn't even refused to drink milk for the past two days. But Her Highness has been a bit sad," Ruby said.

"She was angry," Demetrius added.

"I don't see any kind of problem with Her Highness's health. Perhaps it's because Her Highness is stressed," the doctor said. "Stress can cause nosebleeds. But it's not a big deal."

"It is!" Dem said, adding too much force into it.

"I suggest that Your Highness should ease up a bit," the doctor said, looking at me. "Please don't think about anything too much. If there is a problem, please share it with someone trustworthy, so it won't be a pressure for you. Any form of physical activity can be good medicine to relieve stress. But since Your Highness is weak and pregnant, the number of physical activities should be limited."

"Is swordsmanship alright?" Perita asked. "Her Highness wants to learn it."

"I think if her health gets a bit better than now, then it would be alright. But Your Highness must not push yourself hard no matter what," he said. "But for now, please refrain from heavy physical activities. Mating is fine once in a while."

"What's once in a while?" Dem asked. It seemed this thing piqued his interest while I was bright red. I still could not get used to their free talking about these kinds of things.

"Once or twice a week," the doctor said. "But not more than once at a time."

I glanced at them and gave him a look that said, "We did it twice today. Remember what the doctor is saying."

"Diet is very important. I will write a diet plan for Her Highness. It should be followed strictly; especially the vegetables and fruits should not be excluded in any way," he said. "By the way, does Your Highness drink coffee?"

"No," I shook my head. "I drink tea."

"I see... How many times a day?"

"Once or twice, I guess."

"Not more than that?"

"No."

"Then it's alright. Even if Your Highness feels like it, refrain from drinking too much tea or coffee, especially coffee. Having too much coffee during pregnancy may not be healthy. And drinking alcohol is out of the question. It increases the risk of miscarriage, premature birth, and the child having a low birth weight. In one word, it's dangerous for both of you.

It can also affect the child after they are born."

"It doesn't seem like Your Highness smokes," he said.

"I don't," I confirmed.

"That's good. Please don't even start this habit, especially during pregnancy," he said. "And also, keep yourself away from someone who is smoking. Secondhand smoking is bad for both Your Highness and the child."

"I will keep that in mind," Dem said.

'Huh? He smokes?'

"You smoke?" I found myself asking before I could think if I should ask him or not right now.

"Not often," Dem replied. "Don't worry, I won't smoke in front of you."

I had no idea he smoked. There was no sign of that. It was not like I hated someone who smoked. Rather, I was a bit sad that I did not know this thing about him.

"Your Highness can meditate as well," the doctor said. "During meditation, you can focus on something that's most likely won't stress you out. Your Highness can take instruction from a mediator."

"I will arrange a private mediator for her then," Dem muttered.

'Well, it seems like I don't have a say in this,' I thought hearing Dem's dismissive voice.

"That's good. And Your Highness should have more of a free mind and laugh more. Laughing can make you feel better and Your Highness will less likely feel stressed."

"I will make Her Highness laugh more," Perita said in a determined tone.

"Me too," Ruby said. "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will bring all the funniest gossip for you."

'These two...'

"And talk to others as much as possible. What I mean is, connect with others. And get enough sleep. Take rest once in every while," the doctor said. "Your Highness can also write down your thoughts in a diary or something."

"No!" I said firmly.

"Ah, Your Highness hates it this much?" he chuckled.

"Yes, it is very annoying. Whenever I try to write down something, I tend to overthink about what to include and what to not. I know, it's just supposed to be my regular thoughts without much thinking, but I think this kind of thing is impossible for me," I said.

"Then, I suppose this is out of the list. Well, then please follow the suggestions I gave. The diet plan is the most important one. Do not skip a meal, even if Your Highness feels like not eating anything," he said.

After that, Doctor Dimitri wrote a diet plan for me and gave it to Ruby. Ruby wrote it down again in five more papers in case one was lost. Then she ran out of the room to give the cook one of those papers.

Perita was also talking about her plans to the doctor, asking if they were alright. And Demetrius seemed to be deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling the edge of his sleeve. He was standing right beside me as I was sitting on the bed.

"Do you think it's because we did it twice today?" he asked in a low whisper.

"Ahaha, not really," I shrugged and chuckled.

"But I think I am right."

"Don't overthink. The doctor told me not to overthink, but it seems like you're the one actually overthinking."

"You know, I will work harder not to make you angry. I know I am not that much of a good husband, but I will try for you," he said. "I am kinda insensitive. Because of that, I hurt your feelings sometimes. I still don't know much about how to fix it, but tell me off or hit me if I am wrong."

"Don't say 'hit'. I hate it," I said.

"Ah, sorry," he said quickly. "You're not angry, are you?"

"No, I am not," I laughed.

The hardest part about insensitive people was that they did not know that they were hurting the other person's feelings. They did not know what they were doing wrong. Since the beginning, I had known that my husband was like that as well, and because of that, it was true that I was hurt a few times. But I was glad that he was trying.

His determined eyes and eager voice to get better seemed to warm my heart up.