Chapter 22: Darker Intentions
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Night.
Bedroom.
Third Prince Chambers,
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon.
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Alaric entered his chambers, and the first thing that hit him was the subtle, intoxicating scent of her presence. His wife.
He blinked, momentarily confused yet oddly pleased by the thought of having someone else in his home. For months, he had dreaded the idea of sharing his space with a human woman, especially one who was now bound to him forever. He had thought it would feel invasive, irritating even, but now, standing here, it felt strangely calming. Or perhaps it was just ’her scent’ that his soul seemed to love so much.
If he was being honest with himself, for a few moments, he had almost forgotten he had a wife at all. Throughout the day after he left her in front of the chamber door, he had been completely focused on his mission and he wondered if that was a norm.
It was her first day in the castle, and he hadn’t been around. She must’ve been confused, wandering the vast halls of this royal house—with those cold, hateful, and hostile Velthorne’s.
How had she fared?