Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

he cold stone floor. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows, making her feel like unse

ked onto hers, and Niamh felt a shiver run down her spine. Rumors swirled around him

osity, of intrigue. It was enough to make her hesi

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Ronan's voice was low and husky, his t

e barely above a whisper, "I-I thoug

ing with intensity, "You are my Pet, not my mai

ns. Ronan's words hung in the air like a dark prophecy, "Bu

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to mock her, a cruel reminder of her predicament. She felt like a captive anima

ice low and urgent, "Wipe off your tears, a smile suits your face m

are mine now. By the laws of our land, Ronan cannot

happening. She felt a surge of fear and resentment

d. Niamh pulled away, her heart racing, "I won't go anywhere

rtly, "Very well. But know this, Niamh; you are now under my protection. Ron

"Take this," he said, his voice low and urgent, "It will remind you o

e hall, leaving Niamh stunned and bewil

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er with Cassius. But Ronan wasn't there, "Why would Young Master summon

ut through the air, "Where

ity, standing to her feet

at symbol, it's the mark of the-," his voice dripped with venom, "You've been

knew she couldn't reveal the truth about Cassius, so she he

ing with suspicion, "I know you didn't fin

But before she could speak, Ronan's gaze fell upon the necklace ag

er gave to your Mother," Ronan declared, his voice cold and hoarse, "And keep this in mi

he air like a dark prophecy. She knew she couldn't reve