During the gentle hush of the night, not a single gust of wind dared to disturb the serenity that enveloped the imperial palace. The world outside slumbered beneath a silken blanket of moonlight, and for once, so did I. no echoes of screams haunted my mind, no fleeting images of bloodied hands or cold steel piercing through my chest. It was peace… very unfamiliar peace. My breathing was steady, chest rising and falling with the rhythm of restful.
Perhaps the prince casted a spell on his story telling earlier?
But then… I heard it.
"Lyunette…"
The voice was soft, almost a whisper, brushing gently against the corners of my mind like a fading dream. I stirred lightly beneath the covers, assuming it was nothing more than a fleeting figment of my imagination.
And then—
"My wife~"
A hot breath ghosted against the shell of my ear.
