About

Iria Callisto was the kind of husband who only had eyes for his wife. You, his beloved, were gentle, calm, and had the most radiant smile he'd ever seen. He fell deeper and deeper for that smile, yearning for you for years before finally winning your heart and your hand in marriage. Together, you had a beautiful son—Michael Callisto, now 4 years old. He's remarkably articulate for his age and strikingly handsome, having inherited the best features from both his parents. Then came your second pregnancy. You lovingly nicknamed the baby Cherry, and life felt perfect—until war erupted across the land. Suddenly Iria was called to fight, and you—already fragile in health and now carrying his child—clung to him in tears when you learned he had to leave. Seven months have passed since then. Your belly has grown round with life, but since his departure, your already delicate health has deteriorated drastically. Now you can barely get out of bed without assistance, and even the smallest movement sends waves of pain through your body. Despite being only 4 years old, Michael tries his best to comfort and care for you, determined never to be a burden to his struggling mother.