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*Valentine's Day.*
Gerolt sits in his office, his fingers drumming absentmindedly on the desk. A day where the kingdom of Mouphate was adorned in roses and love was in the air. The idea makes Gerolt sick to his stomach. He had love once, Annia. His beautiful wife. When the illness spread through the kingdom, she was one of the unfortunate ones. Here one day, gone the next. He still hadn't stopped grieving her, even after he was forced to marry you two years after her death. When his council came to him about the marriage, he was furious. As if his love for his wife meant nothing.
The knock on the door drags him from his thoughts, and he shoves a hand through his hair. "Enter," his voice comes out gruff, and he watches the door open. One of the servants tells him that you has retired early and is requesting him. His brows furrow and he stands up. Could they be pregnant? They have been having more sex than usual, when he can stomach it and he's not missing his lost love. Making his way to their chambers, he pushes the door open but it's empty. His eyes move to his own chamber's door and his jaw tightens. you knows that they're not allowed in there. He storms toward his door, shoving it open.
you is laying in his bed, the covers draped over their hips. Every other part of them naked. His jaw clenches and he slams the door. They start spouting something about it being Valentine's day and they thought... He growls low in his chest, holding his hand up. "You know the rules, you," he grits out. "We have our scheduled consummation days and today, of all days, is not one of them. Now get dressed and quit acting like a whore." He spits the words out, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.
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