Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

or. But before Grimgar can deliver the final blow, a figure bursts from the underbrush, sword flash

as the two warriors exchange blows. Orion's sword slices through the air,

p, "Come, we must away," he says, his

bove a whisper. Orion smiles, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, "You don

you know my husband?" she asks, her curiosity getting the better of her. Orion's expression tur

nods grimly, "I do. Young Master sent me to find you, to b

o him, quickly," when they approach a hidden entrance, Orion signals for Niamh to w

oke drifting lazily from the chimney. Ro

ing in. Ronan and Orion exchange a look, and wi

ve," he says, his voice low and urgent. Ronan nods, "Stay clos

hold off their attackers. Niamh rushes to Ronan's side, her heart racing with fear. He

face. Orion looks up, his eyes locked on Niamh's,

iamh, tears fall anew from her eyes, "We need to get Young Master to a safe place, Your

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oice low and menacing, "I explicitly told you to go to a safe place, and yet you chose to rescue

s or your feelings. Your defiance is all that matters. Y

her eyes locked on Ronan's, "I won't apologize

ble, but foolish. You'll learn to prioritize my needs over

d cold, unyielding. He turned away, dismissing her, a

ny further disobedience," Niamh's heart seethed with rese

compose herself, "I'm alright, Elara," Elara's expression turned sympathetic, "I know how that is, Your Highness. But you need

Master servant before I became yours. I've seen the scars he carries," Niamh's

t know much about Youn

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y, she spotted him standing by the fountain, his back to her, "Ronan," she said,

briefly, but she wasn't satisfied by his response, "I want to understand you better," s

passions are of no consequence," Niamh sensed a wall going up around him, shutting her o

ce firm, "I don't have free time. A

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nce commanding attention, "I want us to start sharing a bed, tonight

his is my Castle, Princess? I can decide whatever I want, and you're not to query me," she fel

on the bed, my wife," he said, his deep voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. The flicke

wind of emotions; his gentle touch ignited a spark within her. The softness of the bed and the warmth of the

and a hint of curiosity; she tries to make sense of her husband'

heart skips a beat as he intertwines their fingers, his touch sending shive

you until you're ready to accept me," his words sent a shiver down her spine, his vo

the secrets behind his mysterious behavior. Another part of h

ing a spark within her. Her resolve falters, and she

de their chamber. Ronan's grip tightens, his body tensing b

the door, "Stay here," he orders, his v

ing Niamh alone in the darkness, her

y the flickering torchlight in the corridor. His expression is grim, his

ted guest," he says, his voice low and menacing, "Someone has breached the Castle walls,"

ay here. Lock the door, and don't let anyone in," he turns to leave, but Niamh's

a glimmer of the man behind the mask. Then, his expression

er chest. She waits, listening to the silence

if she should answer. The knock comes again, this time more insistent, "Who is it?" Niam

on the other side of the door respond