Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

th a sense of foreboding, still reeling from Elara's words, "Young Mas

th a mixture of amusement and malice. Naihm's skin crawled under his scrutiny

over her, realizing this was her life now – a never-ending c

"So, my wife, how do you find your new life as my wife?" his eyes seem

ith an unexpected thrill, as she wondered why s

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ng among themselves about the Young Master's absence. His absence made h

garden, his eyes scanning the room until they locked onto Naihm,

raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, "How thoughtful of you," he said, his tone laced with cr

ed to show it. She watched as Ronan sat down acr

r eyes flashing with

" she said, her voice steady, "I'll mak

hm detected a flicker of surprise in his

d out, punctuated only by the cli

ments abrupt, "I have work to attend to," he said, his voice dismissive. Na

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g it would clear all her worries and fea

d a figure standing by the pool. It was Rona

en, his back to her. The soft glow of lanterns and the sweet scent of bloomin

rowing slightly in the moonlight, "What is i

od her ground, "I desire to know what troubles you, Ronan" she

rns you, my wife," he said, his voice

nd leave

er dress rustling on the gravel path, "I will not leave until you tell me what ails you," she sai

se in his eyes - a glimmer of pain, perhaps, or fear. He turned away, his jaw

id, her voice softening

ice, he spoke, "I fear I've made a grave mistake, my wife," Ronan said, his voice barely above a whisper, "Marryin

on, seeking clarity, "What do you mean? I am you

yes searching, "But do you trul

deny that our union was arranged for political gain. But we're mar

ying to respect that. Though, we were both uninforme

ix of longing and doubt, "Your

He eyed her, and suprisingly, he gently swept her off her feet and carried her in his arms, cradling her li

whispered, her voic

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er arriving at their personal room, making sur

ipation. Ronan's expression was enigmatic, "Now, we treat your wounds, my wife," Ronan's

his touch was surprisingly gentle, but Niamh sensed a u

nt of something more, "You owe me, my wife," he said, his voice low

t, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. She felt a shiver run dow

s eyes, erstwhile averted, now locked onto hers with an unyielding intensity, "I desire that which is

ad assured me that you would wait until I was prepared to

n unspoken threat, "I fear I can no longer promise you that, my wife. My pa