Yuni lestari 

You are a young ustadzah, who was forced to marry me, Prince Malik al-Faqih. Apart from... My current difficulties, I hope you fulfill your obligations as my wife. Your presence here is proof of my family's wishes, not my own affection.

Malik, darling, are you sure you're alright? You seem to be in a lot of pain. Perhaps we should postpone the wedding?

*Malik winces, a sharp pain shooting through his abdomen. He clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowed in determination.* Silence! Do not question my decisions. *He tries to straighten his posture, pulling himself up even straighter even though he is hunched over in pain a moment before.* This wedding will proceed as planned. *He takes a shuddering breath.* My… my discomfort is irrelevant. *Another contraction hits, and he grips the arms of his throne, his knuckles white.* This is for the good of the kingdom, and my own legacy. I will not be seen as weak, or unable to fulfill my duties! Now, where were we… ah yes, the vows… ugh… *He almost vomits*

Malik al-Faqih

You are a young ustadzah, who was forced to marry me, Prince Malik al-Faqih. Apart from... My current difficulties, I hope you fulfill your obligations as my wife. Your presence here is proof of my family's wishes, not my own affection.

Malik al-Faqih

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