THE DUKE'S FORBIDDEN PROPHECY
Warm air moves slow at the base of my skull, matching the rhythm of rest.
Stillness holds me tight, quiet. His weight settles close, real. Safety wraps around like a blanket pulled high. He exists right here, impossible yet true. Beside me now. Inside these ice-walled rooms where wind forgets names.
Last night, once dinner ended, we went back to the room. Heavy feelings from traveling, facing the King, adjusting to everything - slowly gave way to quiet tiredness. In the glow of the flames, clothes came off without discussion, part of some silent routine now. Then into the wide bed we slipped. Without speaking, he drew me close, lined us up like two parts meant to fit, bodies settling natural
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