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Henry’s POV "Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.

Holding the small novel in one hand, I lazily dragged my bare feet through the soft grass, feeling the warm breeze fluttering through my loose curls, the thin sunrays dancing in between the thick branches lightly caressing my bare shoulders and face as I strode straight towards my favorite, secluded place. Sitting on the same fallen log, I opened the book once again from where I had left off, quickly losing myself in the beautiful romance story. “...her heartbeat quickened, feeling his delicate fingers touch her bare skin, a burning fire erupting within her as his lips finally met hers, holding their passionate battle for dominance, his hard member-”

Which meant whis body probably wasn’t someone important, but then suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories crashed into my mind. Names. Faces. Fragments of scenes. My eyes widened, “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” I knew this story, it was a ridiculously popular romance novel, the kind filled with dramatic love triangles and overly perfect characters. The title was painfully cliché. “The CEO and His Beloved Clara.” Of course. Just hearing the name made me sigh, the heroine of the story was Clara Bennett. Bright pink hair, shimmering red eyes, the kind of cheerful, innocent girl who could melt anyone’s heart within seconds.

She said before walking away. 'What's she talking about..is she going crazy?' I thought and resumed the washing. * I finished washing and placed the dishes in the drain board. I dried my hands and picked a pack of biscuits with a glass cup of water before heading to the library. I entered the library, dropped the biscuits and water on the desk before searching for the novel I'm gonna read. I selected a romance novel titled "The billionaire's scandalous marriage" by Emma Darcy. I sat on the chair facing the desk and opened the novel.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

Suddenly it reminded me of those two books, novels. With a new determination burning in my chest, I raced to the cozy corner of my room where the novel had lain untouched for so long. The pages held the key to the world I had once lived in, a world of intrigue, passion, and heartache. As I flipped through the worn pages, the story of Xicheng, the king, and my husband, unfolded before my eyes. My heart raced in tandem with the events that transpired on the pages. The romance that had bloomed between Xicheng and me, despite the complexities of court politics and our societal positions, was now vividly alive.

She's been here before so she had no problem second guessing if she was in the right place. She made her way into it and found an array of books. After glossing through books of different genres, she settled for a romance book. From the description at the back of the book, she found out that the book was about a romance between a king and his slave which he bought from a country. She likes the book because it was about true love which she thought she would find but going through a series of events, she's yet to find it. She sighed as she thought of her mate.

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

In reality, I didn't look attractive at all; a simple girl with a simple nurse's uniform, I looked like a girl, since my breasts couldn't even be seen, so big was the uniform. When I left, I realized that he was no longer in the room; So I curiously walked towards the bedroom, to find him leaving the glasses on a small table. He looked so good in his robe. And without looking at me he tells me. “Ready?” I just gulped and walked towards him. When I'm in front of him, he looks me straight in the eyes. I have never had eye contact with such a handsome man in my life, so I melt into his brown eyes. He pretends to kiss me, and I nervously make a couple of faces.

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