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He looks at her from the door.Ana is embroidering something with her ladies and Felipe definitely doesn’t want to interrupt his wife. He hasn’t even moved the door a bit.Because he doesn’t want to interrupt that picture of tranquility.For someone who had craved quietness so much, his life had been everything but quiet. That probably came with being the sovereign of an Empire in which the Sun would never set. An Empire that was surrounded by enemies.But then again, Dios aprieta, pero no ahoga. And the Lord had probably heard his prayers for a bit of peace when He, in His infinite wisdom, guided his acts to marry Ana.He had considered not marrying again after Isabel (his heart still hurt at her memory and what could have been), but without a male heir, everybody insisted that the Empire would crumble.And so he chose Ana, who was now carrying the hopes of the Empire in her womb. But who had also given him so much already.The peace that he had craved so much.Before anyone inside could notice they were being observed, Felipe left in direction to his study.Later in the day, he could hear the whisperings of the courtiers.“The King seems content today. I wonder what news he received.”Little did they know of the reason of his joy masked as contentedness.And it would stay this way.