So, I have been thinking and came to a conclusion.
Firstly, I love my wife with all my heart.
I most likely won’t be able to write a story about me,
without shutting up
about her, without writing hers too.
That thought hit me when I got woken up by the first rays of sunlight, and she was cuddling close to me, laying her head on my shoulder.
She is probably the strongest woman in the kingdom and that is not only because of her royal status. I might come back to telling her heroic tales at some point, but for now I think we should focus on the present.
You could say we’ve retired young. We did our service for the kingdom and after that we became parents. So, we decided to take a step back from our previous adventures and settled for a boring city life. I still work for the government, though Zenia, as someone who was literally born part of the government went for a much-needed break.
Which is what she does most of the days when I am at work and the children at school.
I remember the first months after moving here. I immediately took on another job for the government. Not like I had to provide for our family, her dad got us covered (god forbid anyone ever sees what I write about the king) but I needed something to do. And, as you might already know, my current job also has its fair share of interesting happenings and surprises.
Zenia, on the other hand, really did not know what to do with herself alone, and it took me a while to work it out. Most of the time she spent alone at home and didn’t have much to do. She tried reading, she tried cooking, but all that felt empty. That’s what she told me.
Now, proceeding, I don’t want to make it sound like being a mother is a woman’s sole purpose, but in Zenia’s case it gave her a purpose for the time being. And through our kids she got to know other people, mostly parents, but that gave her a reason to do anything, really.
And when everyone was grown up (which means ready to go to school on their own) she found herself alone again. Though, this time it was more like ... she earned her free time. A couple hours every day. Turns out work-life balance really is important, but it goes both ways. You only learn to appreciate the time you have for yourself when it’s not the only thing you have going on in your life.
God, here I am once more wasting all that precious paper.
I was going to tell a different story, but what I’ve said thus far is sort of related to what is to come.
Okay, look, basically my wife has an exhibition coming and I am excited, and maybe I also just want to promote it? (To whom though, no-one’s ever going to read this, hahaha.)
So, there it is, that’s what my wife ended up doing in her free time most of the time.
(I’m a terrible writer, I’ll never get published at this rate.)
To be honest, I’ve never actually ... seen her paint. Paint anything other than our walls, that is. I just know where she stores some of her brushes and paint, and she occasionally does come home with paint-splatters on her clothes. Though that may well be the blood of her enemies.
She usually paints at a certain cafe, and, actually, I think it is about time I introduce one of our closest friends and most powerful allies.