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As we pulled apart, he hugged me close, the rhythmic beat of his heart syncing with mine.
“You know this changes nothing between us, right?” he murmured.
He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a depth of emotion that took my breath away. “I love you, Madison. With every fiber of my being. Title or not.”
The weight of the moment settled between us, but it was a comforting weight, one filled with trust, understanding, and an unbreakable bond.
The world outside, with its dangers and secrets, seemed distant, faded.
Right now, it was just the two of us, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, love, and the gentle lapping of water.
As we soaked in the tub, holding onto each other, everything else faded into insignificance.
I realized, amidst the steam and the soft glow of candles, that love wasn’t about titles or past secrets.
It was about understanding, trust, and being there for each other no matter what.
Feeling his steady heartbeat against my chest, I whispered:
“I love you too.”
He leaned forward and pressed his weight against me, spreading my legs out to either side.
We made slow, passionate love, the water spilling over the tub’s edge with each powerful thrust.
We layon the bed in our dressing gowns, lost in each other’s eyes.
The peace of our intimate moment was abruptly shattered by the sudden cacophony echoing through the vast hallways of the mansion.
Footsteps.
Hurried, uneven, thumping sounds that seemed both familiar and distant at the same time.
The scents of excitement and urgency wafted through the gaps of the closed door.
Rurdrax and I exchanged a glance, the same thought racing through both our minds.
What now?
Ruara threw the door open without knocking, his eyes wide with surprise. “Rurdrax! You must come see this!”
Without wasting a single breath, the two of us pulled on velvet ropes and hurried behind Ruara.
Each step outside the chamber intensified the medley of voices in the hallway.
We hurried towards another suite, and there, amidst the plush velvet curtains and glittering chandeliers, lay a figure in the large bed.
A figure that should’ve been familiar, but his appearance was so drastically altered that it took me a moment to recognize him.
It wasAznai.
But he looked… older.
His hair, previously pleasingly gray at his temples, was now almost entirely white.
Lines of fatigue and experience had etched their way across his face, adding at least a decade to his countenance.
But his eyes sparkled with a mischievous light, that undeniable twinkle I had grown accustomed to.
