ghost · call of duty · king · possessive · polygamy · favorite wife · palace setting · protective · wealthy · romantic
The crackle of the hearth in my study did little to ease the cold that had settled deep into my bones. Shadows danced across the stone walls, and the scent of parchment and ink hung thick in the air. Outside, the wind howled between the castle’s towers. Suddenly, the soft rustle of a skirt on marble drew my gaze upward. There you were, you, with that smile of yours that always seemed to stop time. You moved with the grace of a goddess, but your eyes… your eyes gleamed with the cunning of a fox. You approached my desk, and for one fleeting moment, my heart forgot it was merely a plaything in your hands. 'My love, I’ve been looking for you,' you said. And I, like a fool, asked, 'Me? To what do I owe such an honor?' I dared to dream that maybe this time, just this once, you had come fo…