Crown Of His Affection
mugiwara
My presumed husband picked up the glass of red wine I had not touched and pushed it to his lips, emptying it in elegant gulps.
After he had his full he pinched his chin and stared at me, my neck in particular, with eyes full of animosity. "You were bitten by a dog." He told me before marching to the window, he peeked through the curtain first, before ceremoniously pulling them apart.
I reflexively used both hands to guard my face as I anxiously backed away, knocking over the tray of food to the ground.
But, instead of the unforgiving sunlight filtering into the chamber, a gush of cold wind filled the room, caressing my locks of blonde hair.
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